not black or white shades of gray lack of color dull and gay
no emotions just a mask have no virtues no one asks
how it feels to be so alone when surrounded by those unshone
smiles pass by they're all the same fake and plastered upon their face
If i'm in fact such a talent then why am I utterly useless
I'm nothing special just a shade of gray belonging no where afraid to say the way that i feel to minty pastures who plucked her strings so I could be less alone
I share that feeling with her that its hard to remove that mask that we wear so often to show the world who we really are but I don't belong here
no wings to fly magic or color just routine day and night
I saw her there sitting silent watching closely as I poured out
my heart and soul through this cello about the ponies i wish i'd known
but pain and questions dominate my own attempts to find an escape
but still she sat there watching me as i played my notes so sweet
If I'm infact Such a talent Then why am I utterly useless
I'm nothing special just a shade of gray belonging no where afraid to say the way that i feel to minty pastures who plucked her strings so I could be less alone
I share that feeling with her that its hard to remove that mask that we were so often to show the world who we really are but I don't belong here