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The Glasses

Don't put the glasses on
Cause sometimes only protection
From this world
Is not seeing things

They say you see too much feel too much
And I am too much sometimes
But in the end its good to know leaves are still there

They ask how much
And how bad is it
But sometimes I just wish I could see worse than bad

You can have lanses they say
But having this in my head
Would be much worse
Cause they will not know I see

Only when you find someone that see things too
Then she is careful with those eyes
Then those lenses are not too bad

And you can see together
But remember, in the end of the tree
the glasses are better
Even with question 'how bad?'