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Uncertain Gray

The Air begins to get misty

Is it the storm inside me?

Today is a good day

I say to myself

Constantly drowning

screaming for help

Nothing but an uncertain gray

An Uncertain Gray

The gray that rolls in

creating a dark night

it's hard to say out-loud

but the monsters give me fright

The mosters I see

Every foggy day

Leave me with

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

But an Uncertain Gray






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