Annie Bethancourt

Rose-Colored Lenses

Annie Bethancourt


Your rose-colored lenses view desperate scenes
and they try to paint over the grays and the greens
You never could notice the sorrow you bring
For your rose-colored lenses they blind you, it seems

(Repeat)

And you won't see me, no you won't see me
Do my darkened perceptions and life's bitter tones
disrupt your pretty dreams
Because you won't see me

Well your rose-colored lenses use simplistic means
to make sadness look happy and madness serene
and you never could notice the pain inside me
because your rose-colored lenses they blind you it seems

And you won't see me. No you won't see me
Do my darkened perceptions and life's bitter tones
disrupt your pretty dreams?
Because you won't see me
Do my darkened perceptions and life's bitter tones
disrupt your pretty dreams?
Because you won't see me
No you won't see me
No, your rose-colored lenses
they won't let you see me