| I don’t know who I am |
| But I want to figure out the parts |
| Of me that don’t make sense |
| I don’t want you to feel |
| Everything I hold inside, it starts |
| To take over my mind |
| Everything, it’s all complacent |
| Feels alive but also vacant |
| I never see the colours fall from the sky |
| I live inside a world that stays |
| Black and white |
| I regret the part of me |
| You can’t see it in the mirror |
| But I feel it when I speak |
| It’s like a void, that doesn’t heal |
| Losing sleep because I miss the part |
| Of you that made me feel |
| Everything, it’s all complacent |
| Feels alive but also vacant |
| I never see the colours fall from the sky |
| I live inside a world that stays |
| Black and white |
| Black and white |
| I never see the colours fall from the sky |
| I live inside a world that stays |
| Black and white |
| Everything, it’s all complacent |
| Feels alive but also vacant |
| I never see the colours fall from the sky |
| I live inside a world that stays |
| Black and white |
| Black and white |
| I never see the colours fall from the sky |
| I live inside a world that stays |
| Black and white |