Here I sit in my pile of ashes
Wishing I had some rose colored glasses
I want to look at things a new
But my glasses don't carry that hue
I watch my dreams smoke and combust
And all I can do is look on in disgust
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
Here I sit in my pile of ashes
Wishing I had some rose colored glasses
I want to look at things a new
But my glasses don't carry that hue
I watch my dreams smoke and combust
And all I can do is look on in disgust
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