Some say that life is black,
They crawl in the shadows,
Always watching their backs.
Some say that life is white,
Blinds them most of the day,
Keeps them up all night.
Everything is grey,
Like a fog it lingers,
It's tendril fingers.
It's grey, it is grey.
Everything's boring,
Everything's blurry,
Everything is grey.
Some try to deny,
They say all people are right,
They think all people are bright,
They are wrong.
Some try to pretend,
They want their lives to end,
They say they are their only friend,
It's true.
It is all of you!
Everything is grey,
Like a fog it lingers,
It's tendril fingers.
It's grey, it is grey.
Everything's boring,
Everything's blurry,
Everything is grey.
Everything is grey,
It's grey, it is grey.
Everything's boring,
Everything's blurry,
Everything is grey.
It is grey.
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Metaphorical Metamorphosis
PoetryThe second major Album of mine! I enjoy writing songs immensely, therefore I have decided it's time to start my next Album. This Album is mostly about change, and figurative uses of expressing it. This one will be a little less profane and crazy tha...
