oh honey
'evening' shades
knock at the windows
longing to be embraced
somewhere
anywhere..for no one
no one
wants to kiss
the dark hues
of this lady
in greyso i leave
the curtains aside
and they stay open
my rusty windows
as the east wind
tries to caress
the cold walls
of my bedroomand i keep waitin'
for my share
of this eternal love
between black 'n' white
because darling,
i always adored
the greyso i wait
for the lady in grey
everyday
because i know
what it feels like
to be unloved
and to be alone
in the middle of the
untouched zoneto be left out
in the streets
to wander around
with dead heartbeatsoh dear
i wait
i wait
for i know
it's too late
and everyone needs
a home to return to
after the blows
of relentless fatei wait
even though it's late
because i know
what it feels like
to be the bearer of
.
.
.
undying hate
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