Glasses Tinted Rose

Over thinking every feeling,
Are things really as simple as they seem?
I see her charm, is it directed at me?
Or is mind just living a fantasy

Over thinking every situation,
Every motion captured,
Played back in my mind.
My brain, it needs to slow down.

Over thinking every statement,
Is that actually the way things are,
Or are my glasses tinted rose.
My thoughts, they’re racing.

Over thinking every damn little thing,
Zip my mouth, throw away the key
Maybe love isn’t meant for me.
Just lock me away.

Dispose of the key.

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