Winter has never been my season,
Falling apart for every random reason...

Drama flows out from every open space,
The leak of disaster...

We let the past go,
But it's coming...

The brush might hit the paper,
The paint might form a picture...

I can take deep breaths,
Grab this new feeling...

Paper sits in front of me,
Empty line by line...

Leave her little messages,
Hinted "I love you"s...

I know right now you're mad,
I try not to think of that...

I just don't understand,
It's not a big deal...

Please baby let go,
Stop holding back...

Waves lap at the sand,
Grain by grain it gives in...

A door slammed in her face,
Love lost without a trace...