The man I love is colour blind.
It's sad because I, myself, am colour.
The man I love is colour blind.
It's sad because he does not see me.
The man I love is colour blind.
It's sad because if he cannot see me, I am rendered invisible.
It's sad because if I am invisible to the man I love, how can the man I love, love me?
It's sad because I, myself, am colour.
The man I love is colour blind.
It's sad because he does not see me.
The man I love is colour blind.
It's sad because if he cannot see me, I am rendered invisible.
It's sad because if I am invisible to the man I love, how can the man I love, love me?
