Walk away, I fade to grey, but not today/As long as you are here I’ll be okay/Now, I wanna walk, wanna walk today/If my life not in grey I’ll walk today
One last cry before he exits stage left. The tears are flowing like a tidal wave, and instead of channeling that energy into something fresh and raw he’s resorting back to old practices; proving that his growth is nothing more than cosmetic. All his musings have reached its breaking point, and with nowhere else to go he mumbles his way across the finish line like the farce that he is.