Rose Coloured Glasses
I look back,
Not with rose coloured glasses,
My eyes may be clouded but I can finally see
Straight.
Clear.
And I know.
I look at you and I just know
I feel the smile in my bones,
The gut-wrenching anticipation
The tears that sadness did not induce
This time.
It doesn't frighten me at all.
Not with rose coloured glasses,
My eyes may be clouded but I can finally see
Straight.
Clear.
And I know.
I look at you and I just know
I feel the smile in my bones,
The gut-wrenching anticipation
The tears that sadness did not induce
This time.
It doesn't frighten me at all.