• All the shades of my world
    fade into grays.

    And my dreams are nothing
    but hazes

    And I don't remember the
    good old days.

    And every time I sleep
    it feels like I'm going through
    a phase

    None of my memories
    are gays.

    All these chips I'm eating
    are called "lays"

    I'm not even getting my
    daily pays.

    Everyday I walk
    through the sun rays

    And my wishes fade into
    this priceless vase.

    All I'm doing is
    flowing the moments

    I can finally hear the people
    and their yays