Everything around turns to grey
As colour slowly fades away.
I stand there with a necklace made of rope,
Wondering if there will ever be hope
But I always seem to stop at that step.
I convince myself it'll be alright.
I know I will never be the world rep for always being right.
I wish that I could make up my mind,
But there is something holding me back,
As if I've been entwined,
I believed all your lies
I look outside and see the trees,
The birds flying with the breeze.
Why can't life be like that?
Not so hard,
Somewhere you don't fall flat.
I try to fight back tears,
Trying to find a reason for all these years.
