Through rose tinted glasses.

Through rose tinted glasses, I used to perceive

a world just as simple as one, two and three.

Not a care or a worry, nor fear or a fret

Not a scurry, a flurry or an ounce of regret.

Through rose tinted glasses, I used to perceive.

a world just as simple as a one, two and three.

Until one fateful day, my glasses broke

and in one violent motion I suddenly woke.

I cried with despair until I could cry no more,

I laid my head down right there on the floor.

You see what had happened, was the glasses I wore

were a symbol of hope and nothing much more.

You're blessed with a pair right until you feel,

such damage or trauma that you need to heal.

My rose tinted glasses, broken and shattered,

without them I felt so hopeless and battered.

And as the years go by and traumas take hold,

I'll never forget of a world once gold.

Through rose tinted glasses, I used to perceive.

a world pure as simple as a one, two and three.