| When the days begin to lose color
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| And your will has fallen weak
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| You will question all as well
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| And just as well you will seek out your words deprived of meaning
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| No matter how sincere you speak
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| But now, now I understand
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| What it means to live life bleak
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| No More Color
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| In lack of mental light
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| Transformed this world of vivid dreams
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| Into stills of black and white
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| Confusion and malice
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| Taints my palette gray
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| You can’t fix the errors of the past;
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| The hue of raw dismay
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| Words fell short of meaning
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| No matter how sincere I’d speak
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| Dwelling on dismal memories
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| That persist on lingering
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| A monochromatic universe
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| With only lifeless streams of thought
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| That stretched from the deepest infinity
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| Into the minds of the distraught
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| The basic tenets of nihilism are now enough for me
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| I’m sorry to displease you but I shun this fantasy
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| The more you realize the more you drown in grief
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| Brings me to the age-old question; |
| to be or not to be
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| In this indifferent world of emptiness and negativity
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| Nothing matters now; |
| I’ve lost to curiosity
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| For now I’ll sit and wit
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| Suspended in time alone
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| Don’t want it to end this way
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| By now my mind has turned to stone |