take off your rose-colored glasses and look around. take your first real glance at what life is like.
it's not all happiness and smiles. there are tears, there are disappointments.
it seems i've become one of those disappointments. but only to you. and you to me.
because i can't go on dreaming up schemes of being with you, thinking of how much better off we'd both be.
it won't happen. and this is my disappointment. the fact that, even without those rose-colored glasses, you still don't see me.