Next to me is my grey shadow
the one that falls into a shade
and holds a candle when it rains.
its borrowed soul is from my own
but I never told it what to perform.
instead it hides from my sight
and I can't find my soul at night.
 
next to me is my grey shadow
the one that feels it has to see
the unclear conscience inside of me.
its scales are balanced not by facts
but by the haunting that distracts.
I know it’s lurking near to me,
Still I can’t see…
 
the grey shadow that follows me.