I don't see things
The way that you all do.
There's no shades of grey
No blurring of lines.
Theres right and there's wrong,
And I've got no time
For the in between.
This doesn't mean that I am perfect,
I just have know excuses when I screw up...
And I always do.
I envy you.
It must be so easy without this conscience,
A curse of clarity.
Sometimes I wish I live a blur,
It seems so much easier
When you convince yourself
That everything's fine
So you can get some sleep tonight.

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