insideandout

We could've written words on a mountain high,
Reminding ourselves to keep climbing, right,
Sometimes we have to lose
A part of us to find the truth.

Nothing more beautiful than the way,
You used to breathe me into your lungs and soul,
Sometimes we have to say
I'm sorry I can’t stay.

Should've known better,
Now I miss you,
Like Sahara miss the rain.
Changing like the weather
Maybe it's true

Maybe you're not gonna change…