My eyes have stopped seeing the beauty of this world
I can no longer retain the colors that swirl.
The black and the grays dull up my senses, until it's all I can see.
Sometimes I want too scream until it comes back to me.
Living in a colorless world, is a lot like living in a lie.
I don't see the beauty but there is a lot of it too hide.
I have nothing nice to say about the daisys you grew, or the sky's new blue.
Have I just given up? Or have I seen the truth.
How much is there for me too find?
Living in a word so colorless,
I didn't know how much there was for me to use.
Living in a colorless world
It's a lonely place to be
It's just population one,
And it's only me.