The silver lining is seemingly gray
When rainstorms don’t wash our worries away
And all the prayers stay locked in a box
Where we hold the key but are too scared to unlock
So we just hold on to the gray lining high in the sky
Hoping it may look silver to the dying human eye
But reality holds true that it’s just the darkest storm coming
And it will find us now matter the speed that we are running
So we bundle up in sweaters to keep out the cold
Smile under masks to pretend we care about what we’re told
Pay for our cigarettes with our last twenty rolled
and wonder how life became so bleak and fucking dull ..
Until the sun returns on a monotonous day
we open our blinds and let fresh air in to play
Pretending we care about the things we do or say
Just to be reminded the silver lining is always gray.