I’m throwing in the towel because I’m done with this divide.

Just a wasted argument, just to save some sense of pride.

All in all the world is what you make it so I guess that means

That the blame is on me when I say it’s gone to shit.

Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you,

don’t try to act like we’ve been living in these shades of gray.

To you, to you, to you, it’s always black and white, all I see are these flashing lights and they’re fucking with my head space.

All in all this world is what you make of it. Does that mean that I can tune it all out (tune it all out)?

I can’t stand the way you look at your reflection

with, the light to hide behind.

Middle ground seems to fade gradients from where you stray, you never seem to fall into the gray.

Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you, don’t try to act like we’ve been living in these shades of gray.

Well I’m a mess some days.

Cracked through the looking glass, you’re acting like my visions blurred, but I can’t see yours clearly. I can’t see yours clearly.

Our sight has turned to black from all the mud were slinging.

Cracked through the looking glass.

Cracked through the looking glass.

We’re all a mess some days.

Your hypocrisy is masked in good intentions.

All in all this world is what you make of it.

All in all this world is what you make of it.

To you, to you, to you, it’s always black and white, all I see are these flashing lights and they’re fucking with my head space.

Cracked through the looking glass, you’re acting like my visions blurred but I can’t see yours clearly. I can’t see yours clearly.

My sight has turned to black from all the mud were slinging.

Cracked through the looking glass.

While I’m a mess some days.

Your hypocrisy is masked in good intentions.