A Whiter Shade Of Pale.

I stay in my home away from the sun
And every day I become a whiter shade of pale,
My skin turns lighter than paper each time I hide
Away from what I know I should love.

But this hurt inside makes me feel alone, so thats what I do,
I force myself to be alone, just me and the darker version of black,
The pitch black dust covors my windows while the sun shines bright outside
Making me realize it's time to go another shade paler.

Is this worth my time, going lighter and lighter, losing my color
All to become as dark as the absence of my shadow inside?
Nothing. It echos... Nothing. Again, I say nothing,
That is what I feel inside, so I go another shade paler.

I'm scared for my life, I fear that it is slipping away like my shadow once did,
I fear that my life will also surround me and take away the sun, again like my shadow has,
This makes me so scared, turning me whiter, making my hair stand up straight,
Oh, I can't wait for the day when I finally realize that it's not too late for me to change.

Hopefully one day I might leave the shadow that surrounds me
And I will make it follow me again, instead of leading me deeper into the dark,
No longer will it turn me whiter than white can be, no longer will I not be able to see...
I will walk into the sun with my shadow far behind, and I will turn a darker shade of white.