The sky is not the same shade of blue.
Every single thing I believe isn't true.
Missing in a maze of monochrome,
how did I get here and how can I go home?
Try to stand in line, try to obey.
The ghosts of what I was keep getting in the way.
Staring at the sun, blinded by the light.
Now I'm afraid I'm fading out of sight.
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