When situation dictates, what I do, nI vent my aggressions, it's what I do. nLosing color in this black and white world, nRegaining my old shades of grey I…. nSo decisive in what I taught you, nWhat fool, to think that I could nBe a tool, for someone who won't even listen nTo Dark words of experience nnSo here I draw the red line, for you nDon't you walk through that door to my road. nnNot everything you want is what you're looking for, nNot everything, you know, is what you're asking for nAnd here I am still hoping you don't lose your face nDreams are best left at a safe place… nnSo here I draw the red line, for you…. nDon't you walk through that door nDon't you follow my road, nOn your own…. nnnI don't know you anymore, nI don't know who walked through that door nI don't know what's wrong what's right nI don't know what's black what's white. nnNot every place you walk through is a battle field nNot every zone you stride in is a zone of war nSo contemplate and re-estimate tragic mistakes nYou make at every turn you take nOver and over again… nnI don't know what is good in a family if I can't be with it anymore nI don't know what is good in a mother if I can't be with her anymore nI don't know what is good in a memory if I can't relive it anymore, nI don't know what is good in a future …