| Red turns to black, white fades away. Shades of gray flash before my eyes. I think of a riddle... I was stuck in the middle. Silver dust in the skies I start to cry I feel like I want to die. I know life is fickle... So I'm stuck in the middle. Shades of gray, so defiant, so unique Makes my lips weak as I speak. So reliant, soft to the touch. I miss my life so much. All hopes are gold. It was bold Of you to tell her what you felt. And I melt At the thought of what I could have been if I hadn't been sold, Given in to the cold. Shades of gray, protruding before my eyes. I start to cry But it's on the sly. I know life is fickle, I'm just stuck in the middle. |
| Shades of gray |