The reflection at birth was exotic. Over the years one has become colour blind. A prisoner... A prisoner of losing one's self in a monochromatic world.
I cried for years eventually losing sight, losing purpose And then you came along The glasses I neer knew I needed Suddenly everything had a meaning I had a purpose You Left And I became color blind.
You slowly tore down my barriers and discovered something new all the time. Constantly getting hurt in the process. You've finally seen me the way I've always seen myself. Sorry... Sorry that it scared you.