Her mind weighed
The certainty of her heart’s state
But love had no control over fate
And destiny is written long before time determines
For even if he was too late
It’ll never change how her love for him has always been.
I guess I’m just a mess when it comes to the prospect of new beginnings
I keep coming back to the comforts I know
Taking me right back to moments I shouldn’t have stayed
And every color I’ve seen was nothing like how it used to be
Less vibrant, when you’re no longer with me.