Perhaps we are all colorful on the outside, rainbows and the brightest hues of all the crayons and paints. But when you rub it off, when the rain beats hard and fast, when all the tears you cried wash it off you, you are just black and white, seemingly uninteresting and bland. But in between the black and white there are spots and spots of grey. Grey, learn to appreciate the grey, the mixture of everything simple is usually the most complicated.

You're too gray.