When blacks and whites Collide into grays; There is no rainbow, The sky is a disgrace; It is love that lasts forever, An eternity laid to waste; No home feels like home, Ain't no solace, When you haven't lost yourself And wore a new face.

How does it feel?

How does it feel to have the same routine everyday? You wake up, go out, come back home and repeat the same until you lost track of the last time you were happy with yourself? You have a phone but no one calls, there's internet but no one texts, there's YouTube and you watch either…