A life in rose-colored glasses
I wonder how the days pass,
As I sink into the past.
My life in rose-colored glasses.
Never shaded from the darkness.
Still, I watched as the world ran past,
Wondering if I could run fast.
I think of those who have helped me,
Those that I’ve left.
I wonder what they’d remember,
If they might laugh.
I slip into my memories as they shatter like glass.

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