maybe your older, wiser in your own right, its your mistake
i'm gonna do my own thing regardless, my choice to make
i am real, in touch with my feelings, and i know my place
you have shown, on the other hand, both sides of your face
i see the world in a different light
things not always black and white
through all these years still to this day
my hardened eyes see only shades of grey
i would never try to tell you what is right from wrong
maybe thats why you feel that i dont belong
always put me down for things ive said and done
cant you see its a war that cant be won
living in your world seems so clear and concise
shutting out reality makes everything so nice
paint a pretty picture black and white everyday
see my tattered canvass bleeding
shades
of
fucking
GREY!!!!!
Birth sign: Aquarius
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