Black or white

Things used to be simple.
Things used to be easy.
Things used to be black or white.
A relationship was a relationship,
and a fling was a fling.
Just a quick flick of the wrist thing.
But with all the heartbreak these days,
with all the different titles and difficulties,
it's no longer black or white.
There are so many gray areas.
They're murky and unclear.
They're devastating,
and they pull at the heart's strings.
So many shades of gray, it's hard to know,
when you're getting closer to black.
When you're getting closer to white.
Things used to be simple;
I miss the black and white.