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Through Rose Colored Glasses


We live our lives through rose colored glasses Stumbling around, following the masses Letting others control us, what we wear, sexuality, what we can bare, How to act, what to breathe, what to use, what we see We're limited we are, some of us just don't care But others like me, well, we're everywhere. I'm going to be myself, if you don't like it... go to hell. We live our lives through rose colored glasses, some of us realizing, We are stronger without them.
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