Painted Grey
Every time I try to make things right,
Something breaks or slips from sight.
I hold on tight, but still it’s gone —
Just like the end of a breakup song.
Deadlines chase me through the night,
Redemption’s path fades out of light.
I try to lift the weight I bear,
But it gets heavier in the midnight air.
I hope one day the world will see
The guilt I carry silently.
I hold it close, I hold it tight,
Hoping someone sees my fight.
My mind is tired, my soul worn thin,
While I take blame for others’ sin.
The world, it played a cunning part —
Painting grey in black and white art.
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