Grey Worlds Lyrics

Grey... cold morning air makes it hard to breathe.
Worlds... The sky wears a somber smile today. Clouds shift across the
Horizon, something feels strange about this day, my chest is heavy and the
Sky is falling uncertainty looms in my world of grey. I have an appointment
With death, doctors give me eighteen months to live. Why? Oh god why? have
You not already taken everything from me? I have an appointment with death,
Doctors give me eighteen months to live.