Grey

Lately I've been thinking about my past and future

thinking of the scars that I've yet to suture

trying to make the best

of a sorry moment

trying and without success

love is not a smile

it's not your laughter

it's the fuzzy feeling you feel right after

you've got done

being with the one

who makes you happy

I was trying to be

the person that you see

and I figured that he'd become

a better kind of me

because

maybe I'm the kind of guy who sees the problem

in all the happy things

and I want to solve them

making the worst

making the worst out of everything

and maybe misery doesn't love company

people having fun just isn't my thing

but where is the fun

where is the fun in being alone?

I'm trying to say

that my world is grey

and my life is defined

by the words on my mind

because

maybe I'm the kind of guy who sees the problem

in over thinking emotions

trying really hard not to expose them

faking a smile

faking a laugh

it's not the same

and maybe I think there is nothing wrong with

saying your in love

say your in love

and being honest

and maybe I'm the kind of guy

who laughs at funerals

sees the beauty

in all of the peoples suffering.