I used to view you in sepia
Everything was black and white while I wore my rose coloured lenses.
You were either a good man or the worst man.
When you were good it was because you were great.
When you were the worst it was because you were broken.
I finally remove the filters. I see to true colour. Your true colours.
You were good because you need to be liked. Being liked means you never have to be alone.
You were the worst because you cannot be loved. Being loved means you never get to be alone.
How I wish you could see your colours.