Bones
I see the world in black and grey.
You call it dull, but I like it that way.
Through all of the heartbreak and all of the pain,
the world looks better in the black and the grey.
No room for emotions.
No room for the shame.
Hiding is easy in the black and the grey.
I wish to leave,
you want me to stay.
But I can't do that in the black and the grey.
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