Drawing to breathe, heart on my sleeve
For my lessons I just can't wait
Can he not see what's inside of me?
In my soul I can feel our fate.

My life gone to grey, nothing can stay,
Of the world of black and white
All that I seek is shading technique,
For a world too hard and bright.

Mere paper can't hold within edge and fold,
All the shades of grey I see.
Growing is pain, no way back again,
From all the shades of grey in me.

Denial's my guise, as I look at his eyes
For another his heart does sing
To be true to me, I know what must be
Be strong and do the right thing.

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