ROSE-COLORED MIND

i built myself a house out of rose colored glass

so you could live there with me

so i wouldn't notice when you hurt me

or hear you say "goodbye, baby"

they say i need to wake up from my dreams

& take in the world around me

write myself out of the storyline

that runs parallel to reality

but when i look through my windows,

everything seems just fine

& when i look in the mirror,

i see you standing by my side

forever and ever i'll find you, my love

in the home that i built, in this story i write

every frame, every scene, every wall, every room

is tainted — with the happiness i demand from you.