something like that...

Friday, September 24, 2004

oh how she listens
she says nothing of what she thinks
she just goes stumbling through her memories
starting on Grey Street
she thinks "hey, how did i come to this?"
i dream myself a thousand times around the world
but i can't get out of this place."
there is an emptiness inside her
and she'd do anything to fill it in
but all the colors mix together...to grey.

and it breaks her heart
how she wishes it were different
she prays to God everynight
and though she swears he doesnt listen
there's still a hope in her they he might
she says..."I pray, but they fall on deaf ears,
am i supposed to take it on myself?"
to get out of this place

there's lonliness inside her
and she'd do anything to fill it in
and though its red blood bleeding from her now,
it feels like cold blue ice in her heart
when all the colors mix together...to grey.

and it breaks her heart
there's a stranger speaks outside her door
says take what you can from your dreams
make them as real as anything
it'd take the work out of the courage
but she says "please
theres a crazy man thats creeping outside my door
i live on the corner of Grey Street
and the end of the world".

there's an empitness inside her
and she'd do anything to fill it in
and though its red blood bleeding from her now
it feels more like cold blue ice in her heart

she feels like kicking out all the windows
and setting fire to this life
she could change everything about her
using colors bold and bright
but all the colors mix together...to grey
and it breaks her heart
it breaks her heart
to grey.

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