Some say that we dream in black and white, but I think otherwise.
Look at all of these bullets that I bite, you need to be cut down to size.
What is it that you say?
I should never have gotten that close.

That small gray area is all I know and it's alright.
Well, I will just wash out my eyes.
We will see who it is that cries.
You want me to understand how a friendship's supposed to end.

Take a ruler and just slap my hand, is that the message that you send?
When I find out who you really are.

Writer : MESSER, CHRISTOPHER W.
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.