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Grey are my days, black are my nights
The spectrums of color banished
I see the sun but there is no light
It always rains, no food for the famished
Children's laughter from a nearby school
Sound is an enemy fought within
Some people say that I am being a fool
I say that they are judging my sin
I sorrow for those who can't understand
What it is like to come to an end
To stop and halt this eternal pain I plan
My will is strong and I'm not going to bend
Grey are the days, black is the night
One chance to put things right