CulterPaulus

There's a grey color that always follow me through the road
and I can't make it change to shine on me.
There's a silent mood that always gets inside my veins
to hurt so deep and never give up until left me in this state I'm in.

I have tried to take another road to avoid its presence
but it's clever than me, and finds the way to invade me again;
I have tried to paint my walls of green... but the colors fade to grey again
And I find myself lost under the rain of times... far away.

Some people looks at my eyes saying I would be able to look even far,
and reach for a way home tomorrow.
But even so, my strenght is weak, my hands are short and I'm sure I can't
take a piece of universe to hide my sorrow.

So I say I'm sorry for being like I am
I'd like to give you my best, but I can't
My life is broken tonight
and I have to go to nowhere.

Just because there's a grey color that keeps on following me through this road,
a silent mood that keeps on coming inside my veins
and I can't shake my worst things that live inside my soul
that hurt so deep as to drive me to a repeated state of myself.

Culterpaulus (4/7/2009)