𝐝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆

black and white.

time is ticking.
bells are ringing.
and i'm still confused.

i'm confused to why,
you always call me,
the "bad guy".

i couldn't make it,
i didn't try hard enough,
i wouldn't do it,
i can't do it.

but i do try.
i try so hard to make you happy.
so hard.

but no...
that makes me the "bad guy".

and in a world full of white,
i must give up the time on my hands,
just to make you once more...
"happy".

but what about me?
am i happy?
oh wait i forgot...
i'm the "bad guy".
i can't be happy.

in a world of black and white,
the time is ticking,
the bells keep ringing,
and i'm still that guy.

the abombinal bad guy.

but why couldn't it be grey?

no,
that't not right,
only black and white,
for grey is too much.

black and white.