I\'m grey like the skin
Of a dying man
No colour, just shade
Devoid of emotion I am
How do I bring myself back
To Technicolor?
When the contrast is broken?
I am doomed
Damned & tortured...
I suffer like no other
I seem fine on the outside
But my smile is fake
I have a false sense of hope
From the substances I take
Counterfeit smiles
When I want to be genuine
I could go many miles...
If only this car had an engine