The Gray Area's Of Life
What do you do when you realize,
Your world is deteriorating before your eyes.
Just as you think things are getting better,
You seem to get pushed under the weather.
When gray becomes the color of every day,
You’re just a screw up in every way.
Just a lost soul wondering lifeless,
Feeling as if everything you’ve worked for is pointless.
Never feeling liked or appreciated,
Never seeming to be affiliated.
You feel isolated from earth,
Wishing you never experienced birth.
Your world is deteriorating before your eyes.
Just as you think things are getting better,
You seem to get pushed under the weather.
When gray becomes the color of every day,
You’re just a screw up in every way.
Just a lost soul wondering lifeless,
Feeling as if everything you’ve worked for is pointless.
Never feeling liked or appreciated,
Never seeming to be affiliated.
You feel isolated from earth,
Wishing you never experienced birth.
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