A Golden Grey

She walks with a sadness like she's never known Exiting from the back in black from head to toe A swallow of stale station air Leaving behind the taste of despair Almost running into someone she used to know As fragile as a flower She wonders if she can go on It's been a long morning Another cold back Sunday It's like shes been awake for hours Another dying Sunday She hopes to hide these things behind a darkened veil She dies inside thinking of every time she failed It seems like only yesterday A memory of golden gray Foreshadowing a pale tomorrow If she could hold on one more hour Maybe she can go on It's been a long morning Another cold back Sunday It's like shes been awake for hours Another dying Sunday She knows she tried Stuck in the middle She blames herself, a little She knows she tried Suck in the middle She hates this sound It's been a long morning Another cold back Sunday It's like shes been awake for hours Another dying Sunday --- A Golden Grey - Taproot