Gray
The color of the sky reflects my state of mind
Gray and gloomy, if you only knew me
You say you see right through me
But there’s more than meets the eye
I’m really not a bad guy
It just takes time to view me
The color of the sky reflects my state of mind
Gray and gloomy, if you only knew me
You say you see right through me
But there’s more than meets the eye
I’m really not a bad guy
It just takes time to view me
1 Comment
Becky
Gray and gloomy? You’re not gray and gloomy at all . . . but neither you or I know how to spell grey (it’s with an a – I wanted to mis-spell it too 🙂
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