Feelings racing, tossing, turning in a sea of madness.
All things I do despair,
as I live and breathe each day.
Hopelessness springs eternal in the shades of gray,
nothing black and nothing white.
Nothing ever inbetween but fear and despair.
Torturous existence of wondering about love,
is it true or dark as night.
No one really knows I suppose,
that's just the way it's meant to be.