rose-coloured glasses
i want you to look at me
honey, i want you so dearly
and this may not be love just yet
but it is some sort of feeling
that i cannot help but feed onto
because every single second
i spend talking to you
makes me wonder why i had ever been so blue
you are the clouds
i chase in the mornings and nights
and it’s probably impossible to be
the one you won’t ever leave
but i want to be the sun that brings you light
my eyes are open
i’ve been here before
thousand pieces of my heart
shattered all over the floor
it’s nothing new
i am not afraid
so give me your hand, darling
i’ll be your escape
i’ll give you everything
everything i had given to them
the people that came before you
but this time, i know
it won’t be for you
it would be for me
because i’m finally choosing
to give my heart to someone else
not forced into it, no pressure
this time i choose love
and i choose you
