Grey Street

Oh, look at how she listens.
She says nothing of what she thinks.
She just goes stumbling through her memories,
Staring out onto Grey Street.
But she thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this?
I've dreamed myself a million times around the world,
But I cant get out of this place."
There's a loneliness inside her,
And she'd do anything to fill it in.
And though its red blood bleeding from her now,
It felt like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together to grey.
And it breaks her heart.

You know, she wishes it was different.
She prays to God most every night,
And though she's quite sure he doesn't listen,
There's a tiny hope in her he might.
She says, "I pray, but my prayers,
They fall on deaf ears.
Am I supposed to take it on myself
To get out of this place?"
There's an emptiness inside her,
And she'd do anything to fill it in.
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now,
It felt like cold blue ice in her heart.
She feels like kicking out all the windows,
And setting fire to this life.
She would change everything about her
Using colors bold and bright,
But all the colors mix together to grey.
And it breaks her heart.