It\'s sad you see the world in just one color,
what\'s even sadder is that color\'s grey.
For you is withered every single flower,
you\'re always gloomy and you\'re never gay.

For you October\'s every month of spring,
it seems Mundane has taken all your hope.
Your life is ruled by sorrow as your King
and loneliness has turned into your Pope.

It\'s sad you see the world in just one color,
and that\'s the color grey, it seems.
The diagnosis\' clear (and it\'s sour):
you\'re mental paraplegic with no dreams...