Gray Area

I want to make something beautiful Something that will remind you of me Or my illusion I pull out the film… Black and white? Or colour? Which one is truer? You tell me that there is no such thing As a gray area But I can prove it Through the picture That you rip into pieces You see only what you want to see And miss the gray I live the gray Because I know That if I don’t I miss a little bit of everything Because, in it, I found out who you were