All things are better with sunglasses on,These many pounds that perch upon my nose,
Because my real world has something that's wrong,
And there are bits of life I wish to close.
I walk along the street, the world is fair,
I've placed a filter between me and you,
So nothing that's inside I have to share
And I walk 'neath a sky that's brighter blue.
I really think I love these glasses now,
I'd even wear them on a cloudy day
I love the solitude that they allow
They hide the eyes that give so much away.
So when the time has come to say goodbye,
At least you'll never know I start to cry.
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