Information that's grey.

How many times
must I still repeat?
My vision's not blurry,
my frames are not bent.
I see clear as day,
and seek no process.
I hope you won't wander,
and sway far too much
because reasons were plenty
to say things of such.
But I didn't particularly
need it be you,
I wanted you there
to spend time,
just us two.
But, I'm sure,
this concealed,
the information was grey.
So, no doubt you still thought
I was wearing rose tinted shades?