Lenses - Breanne Düren
With green-colored eyes I dive into
Your brown ones and blue ones
Aside from the fact that we've never met before
Please don't assume I don't know you more
Than you think I could
I can figure these things out so easily
They are no riddle to me
Like a bird flying overhead
In her blue lonely sky
Deep deep down I must tell you that I have these dreams
But these dreams aren't exactly what I hope they'd be
Call me human
Just give me props
And many dollars and on my face
Love me but some breed of jealous grace
Oh you love me
Like a bird flying overhead
In her blue lonely sky
Birds flying overhead
In their blue lonely sky
I was born quite beautiful
But since I've done some ugly things
In these prideful wings
I'm so sorry
