Now i've grown older I have seen
More than just one shade of green
People that seem nice could be mean
Friends might not be what they seem
It's always multiple shades of green

The people I love I might as well hate
Could have slept early or stayed up late
There were chances, I was just too afraid
Can't tell a person's soul based on their face
There's always one choice and multiple ways

(Feels unfinished... might go over it again later)