You got something to say? Should I wait and listen? Sounds unfocused to me, and your heart is missing Cold, stubborn, and so vain, with every breath you're breathing Your head's a one-way street, it never rhymes or reasons
Not everything is always black or white Sometimes we're living in the gray
Controlling every way, for your own identity No room for mistakes, and preaching your hypocrisy Maybe one day you'll come to realize that That all you do and say was meant to be in the gray
Not everything is always black or white Sometimes we're living in the gray Not everything is always black or white Sometimes we're living in the gray Living in the gray
Not everything is always black or white Sometimes we're living in the gray Living in the gray Living in the gray
