Lyrics Lenses - Breanne Düren

This is a grey-tinted lense to see through
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 asume 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
?
Some breed of jealous grace
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