Rose

[Verse 1]
When I try to speak, it feels like knots fraying at the ends
I guess learning how to stop that leaves you burns on your bare hands
Gripping tightly, pulling close, all that’s left turns into prose
Whatever happens, often forgotten, seen with glasses tinted rose

[Verse 2]
It’s a sight, so I’ve been told, both a blessing and a curse
But to me, it’s plain and easy, it’s just how I chose to cope
Finding good in where it’s not, being hurt when giving trust
But god, do I know just how this thing goes, seen with glasses tinted rose (Ohh)

[Verse 3]
I have grown a little older, I have learnt a little more
Finally getting a hold of what prevented me before
I might be lucky, might have known how exactly I have grown
But whatever happens
Hope it's not forgotten
Or seen with glasses
Tinted rose