Washed away, Shes the grey.

It's to do with time, and the hopelessness of getting in deep.

heavy-breathy painted day
didn't need the color to go away.
it's dull when its black..

she said:
it's not black,
just a darker shade of gray.
thats how i feel everyday.
i know everything would stay
if everything wouldn't have been gray.

colors of the haze and that shade,
if only they didn't wash away.
patches of white, show me nothing today..

she said:
it's not white,
just a lighter shade of gray.
thats how i wish i felt everyday.
i know everything would stay...
if there wasn't any Grey.

leave your black & white painting,
how about a breezy summer day
just to take the Grey away.

i forgot that you're color-blind
and you don't see...
how feeling Grey... is not the only way.
better than feeling washed away.