Room Eleven Grey
Light can't find it's way
Through my window oh
Trapped here since yesterday
Children scream and laugh outside
But all I can do Is
Hide yeah hide
And I am
Grey
Grey
Whoo I am
I'm grey
The plant on the table seems to be depressed,
My teacups are suicidal
They dance with their ears on the edge
Dangerously
The books on a shelf laugh at me
As I try to write my own story
Hmmm
Grey
Grey
Whoo I am
Mmmm
Like my feelings
Grey
Grey
Grey
Grey grey
Like my bones
Like my feelings
Like my eyes clear and old like the waterfalls [?]
Where are my colors?
Where are my colors?
Hmmm
Everything is grey...
