What is wrong, and who is right?
Day is black, and night is white.
And all I see is endless grey
Your fingertips brush against my palm,
Am I right? Or am I wrong?
You've known this answer all along,
But I feel as if I will never get there.
This silver line is wearing thin
My head will rest upon my chin
The drier the eye that once would rain
Livelyhood to mask the pain
This pain, this pain, oh go away
Excuse yourself now, on this day
For I have not enough to pay
your hefty toll that strickens me
And still I pray now, to this day
That you will finally find a way
To teach me how to breakaway
From myself.
From my shadow.
From my sins.
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