My Rose Colored Glasses
I didn’t have my rose colored glasses
when I saw the things I shouldn’t see
when I heard things that I shouldn’t hear
when life was just to complicated for me to bare
I was too young to understand life’s
frustrations & peoples temptations & all the situations that caused Revelations
All I needed was someone to give me my rose colored glasses
To protect my eyes from Life's big surprise!
but not like birthdays!..no..no not through these eyes....
But, It’s ok!, I found my glasses! The rose colored one’s... You see, they block out your
hate, your anger, your jealousy, & betrayal that you have bestowed upon me. So say what
you want, say what you please. I live through my rose colored glasses & you cant TOUCH
ME...
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