The whole world seems to be painted grey
Those days when you just barely scrape along
Nothing alive around you, only despair and decay
Grass is dead beneath your feet, birds don't sing in the trees
Petals fall off roses, the sun has abandoned the day
Though I loudly protest
I cannot claim
To have been free
From any blame
As Will proclaimed
Through the mouth of Cassius
The fault is not in stars, but ours
The fault is in our humanness
We all have aspirations
We all have plans and schemes
We all wake up in the morning
Hoping that life is more than just half-remembered dreams
And the truth is sometimes everything feels all wrong
The whole world seems to be painted grey
Those days when you just barely scrape along
Nothing alive around you, only despair and decay
Grass is dead beneath your feet, birds don't sing in the trees
Petals fall off roses, the sun has abandoned the day
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