Always wearing these rose colored glasses
You’re making all these old card passes
We’re not the same anymore
Just this open wound sore
Remembering these broken blossoms and blooms
Wiping away these memories with brooms
Sharing this forgotten past
These things won’t ever last
Old heartbroken mazes
Falling into these confused dazes
You don’t want to speak of it
You’re getting tired of this repeated ****
I had hopes with you
For everlasting two
When can these harmonies just die?
You always have a hidden cry
That one moment of honesty
It was only you and me
Forget all these happy times
After all those failed signs
Look at all these love messages send
I guess this is just our bitter end
Time to take these rose colored glasses off
Goodbye to your broken blossoms and blooms forever
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
Always wearing these rose colored glasses
You’re making all these old card passes
We’re not the same anymore
Just this open wound sore
Remembering these broken blossoms and blooms
Wiping away these memories with brooms
Sharing this forgotten past
These things won’t ever last
Old heartbroken mazes
Falling into these confused dazes
You don’t want to speak of it
You’re getting tired of this repeated ****
I had hopes with you
For everlasting two
When can these harmonies just die?
You always have a hidden cry
That one moment of honesty
It was only you and me
Forget all these happy times
After all those failed signs
Look at all these love messages send
I guess this is just our bitter end
Time to take these rose colored glasses off
Goodbye to your broken blossoms and blooms forever
- T.G.
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