I built it up in my mind
to be better then it was
A fantastic kind of love.
I was wearing rose-coloured glasses
and wishing on fake eye lashes –
The way the light reflected
scattered millions of rainbows across my vision,
It was the perfect image
In my brain.
But light reflects of everything different
and when i tilt my head
the image changes
twisted and strange,
warped in ways,
I tried to ignore the signs
Which happens to be a wonderful way
to end up going in the wrong direction.
A little reflection really pulls back the curtain
made up of red flags
sewed together with optimism, hope
and a little bit of glass half full.
Its not true –
that wishing on a star will make your dreams come true.
YOU make your own reality,
YOU decide who and what is you.
Sometimes your mind
needs to be realigned
just in time! –
to save you, from yourself
For the sake of your health
get an engine check, change the oil
before you boil over and can’t take it back
You werent a mistake, perhaps
but you also weren’t as great,
as I built you up to be:
Mountains out of mole hills
and all that jazz
I’m literally black and blue
flogging a dead horse
but thats right on course
If the shoe doesn’t fit DON’T force it
Leave the door open,
and your mind ajar
keep the glass half full
and the painful memories far
from the sensitive part of your heart,
Rose Coloured Glasses have their purpose.