Appearance Not A Soul
Black dress on, the smoke still in her hair
Dances all alone as if she didn’t care
She whispers, “No, I’m not giving in.”
When there’s no sense in talking anymore
Doesn’t say that much but she says it slow
Just a lonely, “No, I’m not giving in.”
I tried to save you from the dried up crowd
A perfect song to forget what you used to cry about
When the world has laid you low
You can come to me and I promise I won’t tell a soul
Reflections echo off her face
Perfection is out of place
And it’s only, only, only
Shades of gray
