The mountains never seemed as high.
The snow, never that white...

Sometimes you just have to be
ready to let go and be OK with it...

And in our moments of great pain,
We wish for it to only rain...

In the end it was me who let you go,
something I was dreading from the start...

Shes a picture with so much beauty
Yet there is no image...

I see your plastered face.
The one that hides your innocence and grace...

Picture Perfect.
Yet so distorted...

I sit here, hand shaking.
To think I'd almost forgotten...

And I've consequently fallen.
Fallen for a destination...

Broken guitar strings
And shattered hearts...

I'm treading blue
Today...

Your little secret,
Nothing short of an obsession...