Maybe you’re older, wiser in your own right, it’s your mistake
I’m gonna do my own thing regardless, my choice to make
I am real, in touch with my feelings, and I know my place
You have shown, on the other hand, both sides of your face
I see the world in a different light
Things no always black and white
Through all these years still, to this day
My hardened eyes see only shades of grey
Maybe you’re older, wiser in your own right, it’s your mistake
I’m gonna do my own thing regardless, my choice to make
I am real, in touch with my feelings, and I know my place
You have shown, on the other hand, both sides of your face
I see the world in a different light
Things no always black and white
Through all these years still, to this day
My hardened eyes see only shades of grey
