Im not really sure where it began
was it the first or second time you held my hand?
It was Autmn and it was cold
I was only 15 years old.
I thought I loved you and maybe i did
The way it all happened
I wouldnt change a bit of it
It was a lot like sleep walking
I didnt know where it would go.
It was a white winter with plenty of snow.
But as the snow melted your colors started to show.
And as the seasons changed so did our hearts.
And then we became strangers
back to the start.