Lenses

This is a grey-tinted lense to see through

With green-colored eyes I dive into

Your brown ones and blue ones

Aside from the fact that we've never met before

Please don't assume I don't know you more

Than you think I could

I can figure these things out so easily

They are no riddle to me

Like a bird flying overhead

In her blue, lonely sky

Deep, deep down I must tell you that I have these dreams

But these dreams aren't exactly what I hope they'd be

Call me human

Just give me props

And many dollars and on my face

Love me but some breed of jealous grace

Oh you love me

Like a bird flying overhead

In her blue, lonely sky

Birds flying overhead,

In their blue lonely sky

I was born quite beautiful

But since I've done some ugly things

In these prideful wings

I'm so sorry