.Here comes the sadness that I miss so much
That lonely aching comes from every touch
Iâve grown accustomed to the grays and blacks
Because theyâre always coming back
Sit down for supper, wonât you dine with me
Or canât you handle seeing all I see
Iâve grown to colorbl.
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