A life that seems void of meaning

Look in the mirror, all that I see is black and blue

Am I choosing to be here

Or is this where you've put me to see this through

I'm sick of watching all life fade away

Am I just another product of a wasted destiny

The fog has bloomed as colours fade

The daylight seems to slip away

The pallets still remaining pale

It's grayscale

Knocking on doors to open, for what I thought was my home

Banging my fists on brick walls, just to feel alone

Battered and bloody, void colours still loom

I'm sick of this place that has become my tomb

The fog has bloomed as colours fade

The daylight seems to slip away

The pallets still remaining pale

It's grayscale

Rеturn the colours to my life

I'm broken and bruisеd but I still have some fight

The fog has bloomed as colours fade

The daylight seems to slip away

The pallets still remaining pale

It's grayscale

The colours have come back to me, its true

The door is now open and I'm stepping through