Floral patter covers the walls
?And sensing? colors and call
By dim light searching for eyes
The searching ? the lie
And pushing ? into place
Crashes dimly against
A small bed best left explained
A shade of morals and gray
goes away
Some gray shades ?appear?
From quiet poses they
Speak of belief
So they want to be good when it hurts
So they want to be bad but they don't want this to be the way of their lives
So they want to be bad but they can't
So they want to be good but the shadows have their way with everyone
A ?shoulder? whispers her loss
As hard wood throws on the cross
And under two static boards
Where he stands firm and forlorn
Adjacent to the doorframe
As her skin sings of escape
And his eyes softly collide
When he barely tries to confide
??? his home as she sits in
??
He stands firmly, by the door ?
?? looks like ??
??? away
Some gray shades ??
From quiet ??
Speak ???
So they want to be good when it hurts
So they want to be bad but they don't want this to be the way of their lives
So they want to be bad but they can't
So they want to be good but the shadows have their way with everyone
Always me, cause I'm not ??
Always me, cause I'm not ??