Wash - Grayscale Season

You should wash my guilt away

Feels so easy to prolong the pain

Yet somewhere deep inside

There’s a little bit of pride

A glimpse of light

That reminds me;

You’re not yet blind

Everyone breaks in the end

Some hearts are just to broken to mend

Cluttered mind, cluttered thinking

Try to float but your head is sinking

Down the drain, chemical sleep, all in vein

Sow shall you reap

Seasons gone, they bleed gray for me

Did you understand your treachery?

Now I know that you will never be

Part of the people and the affinity

Just stay in the proximity

Everyone breaks in the end

Some hearts are just to broken to mend