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I was grey
but you pretended I was yellow,
I was stone
and you were seeking for wood,
I was me,
but you wanted a mirror
so I watched you
smashing it into sharp

There was blood on the marble floor
and under my right foot,
but I didn’t care
too much:
I cried, that’s true,
and then went for a walk.

When I came back
I knew I was grey
I knew you were blind
I knew you were wrong
I knew I was bright.

Let me shine,
Let me shine,
Let me shine.