// i see through rose-colored glasses

20 June, 2004 / 8:33 p.m.
feeling /

Never
No more fairy tales
No more childhood dreams
No more fantasies
Life is not what it seems

No more innocence
No more blind love
No more good memories
Only darkness comes from above

Life can end so quickly
It can go without knowledge
Without a whim or care
It's easy to go over the edge

With nothing to live for
Nothing to care about
No one to stop you
You leave with no doubts

People never really care
People never really see
People never really love
People will never see the real me