I open my eyes, glancing around me,
the world is dripping with shades of grey,
my glasses have disappeared.
My eyes are open, the rose is gone,
the world bears scars and hidden layers,
once unseen and blurry.
I can finally see.
I open my eyes, glancing around me,
the world is dripping with shades of grey,
my glasses have disappeared.
My eyes are open, the rose is gone,
the world bears scars and hidden layers,
once unseen and blurry.
I can finally see.
You might want to be a fly on the wall,
Discover what people really think,
What people say when you’re not around.
You don’t want to be a bug on the windshield,
A story you're told about once every year,
Details increase as you're judged old enough.
Then one year it stops, the story as sparse as it can be,
Everybody feels things,
No matter what they say or how they act,
Emotions run wild through the brain with no control.
Everyone has choices,
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