Distorted

An avid fan of what is suposed to be

I see green, when it's really grey

Forgive my naive mistakes

I see reality, when it's really science fiction

The glasses I wear do little to correct the visions I see

What do I need to fix my distorted sight?

I see love & care but it's really a joke

And it's the kind of joke that everyone knows about except for you

I see people in need, instead it's people on the cusp of deceit...

I used to lose sleep before these revelations

...Still cant sleep, thinking & thinking

Chasing pavements? It's such a fitting description

Going after an unatainable love...dream...hope

Sidewalks & streets of pavement going on for miles and miles

I feel like Ive been looking down at the street...

Following the love & the friendship I thought was at the end

Impossible

Now here I am, on the curb of somewhere I dont even know

Looking around, sad, confused...alone

Im stuck here with this distorted vision & these glasses that do little to fix them

I cant call anyone for help, no one knows where I am

And no one cares where I am, Ive shunned so many

I look up at the sky that I thought was blue & see grey

So on this curb is where I'll stay

And wait for the sun to come out

Then...thats when I'll be able to see again