by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff
Originally titled "Black"
Black, it's all she wears
Her only contact with me
Only through her icy stares
So what did I see?
In her face, in her eyes
What I was expecting?
Can't you tell she hates me?
Wants me to stay away?
White, I'm staring into the sun
Trying to get her image
Those shades of black
Out of my mind, out of my brain
What I would say, I must contain
To say even a hello to her
Somehow is the worst I could do
Grey, the skies were pretty
But now they grow ever cold
There goes the warm & the light
Dark night, not at all
What I wanted to think she was
She represents the dark
Inside the deepest parts of me
She is forever
In my mind's eye
Dressed in black
Guarding what's left
Of the ashes of my heart
Black, it's all she wears
Her only contact with me
Only through her icy stares
So what did I see?
In her face, in her eyes
What I was expecting?
Can't you tell she hates me?
Wants me to stay away?
White, I'm staring into the sun
Trying to get her image
Those shades of black
Out of my mind, out of my brain
What I would say, I must contain
To say even a hello to her
Somehow is the worst I could do
Grey, the skies were pretty
But now they grow ever cold
There goes the warm & the light
Dark night, not at all
What I wanted to think she was
She represents the dark
Inside the deepest parts of me
She is forever
In my mind's eye
Dressed in black
Guarding what's left
Of the ashes of my heart
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