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Behind the grey


Falling Behind Something So Grey
Being Told This Was The Only Thing Left To Say.

I've Wondered For You And The Snow
Is Turning Blue.

The Rain Has Changed It's Form 
It's Fallen From All Around.
But Then When It Hits The Ground
It Shatters And We Break Down

Trying To Understand Why, 
I Can't See Things Like Others Do. 
Why I Can't Feel What She Does.
Why I Can't Breath The Way He
Does.

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