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"I enjoy walking in the rain, for nobody can see my tears..." - Charlie Chaplin

Name:
amethystaura
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Oh look at how she listens...
She says nothing of what she thinks...
She just goes stumbling through her memories...
Staring out on to 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’s 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 was different...
She prays to God most every night...
And though she swears it doesn’t listen...
There’s still a hope in her it 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 loneliness inside her...
And she’d do anything to fill it in...
And though it’s 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
There’s a crazy man that’s creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world...”

There’s an emptiness inside her...
And she’d do anything to fill it in...
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now...
It’s 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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