| I started my life with a suitcase
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| My mom was just a kid, and we both had to grow up
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| Could’ve been left without love, but I was chosen instead
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| By a mom and a dad who would tuck me into bed
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| With a song and a kiss on my forehead
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| And all my friends could see
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| Is that it must be hard for me
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| That’s not how I see it
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| Not how I believe it
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| You can call it rose colored glasses, or naive but the fact is
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| Everything could be tragic to me
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| That’s not how I see it
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| Not how I perceive it
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| I don’t wanna live in the past or try to change what I can’t
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| This shit is a blessing to me
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| I don’t hate the world, and I don’t think it hates me
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| And that’s just how I see it
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| I had a choice when I was real young
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| While other kids were climbing trees my friends life got taken by one
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| Could’ve been scared of the world, whether I like it or not
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| Thinking it shoulda been me, when a scar is all that I got
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| Or maybe not
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| And all my friends could see
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| Is that it must be hard for me
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| But that’s not how I see it
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| Not how I believe it
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| You can call it rose colored glasses, or naive but the fact is
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| Everything could be tragic to me
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| That’s not how I see it
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| Not how I perceive it
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| I don’t wanna live in the past or try to change what I can’t
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| This shit is a blessing to me
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| I don’t hate the world, and I don’t think it hates me
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| And that’s just how I see it
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| Well my love she left me in the winter
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| And in 17 years the wind’s never felt so cold
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| Could’ve been angry as hell, to be honest I was
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| For a second I thought, it was my only chance at love
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| But I know it’s not
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| And that’s just how I see it
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| That’s how I believe it
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| You can call it rose colored glasses, or naive but the fact is
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| Everything feels like magic to me
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| That’s just how I see it
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| That’s how I perceive it
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| 'Cause I’m not gonna live in the past or try to change what I can’t
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| This shit is a blessing to me
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| I don’t hate the world, and I know it don’t hate me
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| And that’s just how I see it |