Shades Of Grey

Everything is black and white,

What's wrong is wrong,

What's right is right.

Life and decisions seemed to come so easily to the rest of the world. They didn't have to think about what would happen if they took off their ruby shades, or wonder how much skin was too much when it came to exposure.

But some of us live life in shades of grey.

These simple decisions were others' constant daily battles.

Yet at the end of the day,

When all is said and done

And all the colour bleeds away,

All that's left are

Shades of grey.

The world held no light for them.

The world had shown them how to paint, but now the colour box was old and worn.

For you it's simple,

Love or hate,

Live or die.

Why was it they had to fight so hard for what they wanted, while the rest of the world passed them by unnoticed.

But for those of us that live in

Shades of grey.

We're ever asking the question

Why?

And

At the end of the day,

When all is said and done

And all the colour bleeds away,

All that's left are

Shades of grey.

Now when they looked at thier pretty little colour box, all the colurs had run together.

Now all they saw was grey.

Life isn't perfect,

There is no Saint,

The world is filled with sin and taint.

But while everyone else went around thinking life was just ducky, they knew the real truth.

And in an existance blessed with paint,

I'd rather be living

In shades 0f grey.

And they preferred it to the blind and blissful ignorance of the coloured box that was the rest of the world.

While they went about ooh and ahhing over their purples and pinks, they would forever continue to paint the world with an old colour box.

In shades of grey.

Shades Of Grey

Everything is black and white,

What's wrong is wrong,

What's right is right.

But some of us live life in shades of grey.

Yet at the end of the day,

When all is said and done

And all the colour bleeds away,

All that's left are

Shades of grey.

For you it's simple,

Love or hate,

Live or die.

But for those of us that live in

Shades of grey.

We're ever asking the question

Why?

And

At the end of the day,

When all is said and done

And all the colour bleeds away,

All that's left are

Shades of grey.

Life isn't perfect,

There is no Saint,

The world is filled with sin and taint.

And in an existance blessed with paint,

I'd rather be living

In shades of grey.