Rose Colored Glasses.
Now that i have healed,
I have noticed
That what i was looking at was not the truth.
What i was looking at was not good memories filled with bright smiles,
But what i was looking at
Was worry and lies.
What i was looking at,
Was someone who had changed me.
Someone who believes taking down someone's worth,
Would build them up.
What seemed to be a dream come true,
Was just eyes looking through rose colored glasses.
The flags were right there,
But you can’t see them when youre blind.