Jade-Colored Glasses
I'm too old now,
For my rose-colored glasses
To fit.
All that happened,
Bent them quite a bit.
So I take them off,
And get a new pair,
Not that anyone notices,
Not that anyone cares.
Now to face the world.
These jade-colored glasses,
Fit my head fine.
But with all that's happened,
I wish I was blind.
But I can't take them off.
I wish I'd resisted,
Now my whole world is twisted,
Like some Tim Burton film.
What the Hell did I let happen?
But I can't take them off.
I guess they work,
I do need to see,
But this vision I use,
Isn't one to suit me.
But I can't take them off.
They help a little.
Hide my eyes perfectly,
So you can't see the pain.
I see you want to reach out,
But I can't take them off...
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