You got something to say? Should I wait and listen?

Sounds unfocused to me, and your heart is missing

Cold, stubborn, and so vain, with every breath you're breathing

Your head's a one-way street, it never rhymes or reasons

Not everything is always black or white

Sometimes we're living in the gray

Controlling every way, for your own identity

No room for mistakes, and preaching your hypocrisy

Maybe one day you'll come to realize that

That all you do and say was meant to be in the gray

Not everything is always black or white

Sometimes we're living in the gray

Not everything is always black or white

Sometimes we're living in the gray

Living in the gray

Not everything is always black or white

Sometimes we're living in the gray

Living in the gray

Living in the gray