The Grey

The grey, the grey, it eats at me,

It tears me down to misery,

It rips me up and cuts in two,

Leaves me not knowing what to do.

The grey, the grey, it makes me choose,

It makes me guess, it makes me lose,

It makes me sad, it makes me blue,

It makes me mad at me, not you.

The grey, the grey, it brings the words,

The chitter of those tiny birds,

Their speech is soft, my glare is hard,

My fault, my blame they all discard.

The grey, the grey, it’s my escape,

It lets me leave those mouths agape,

It lets everyone explain,

Why I decide to end my pain.