Whenever I strum my guitar strings, the first thing that comes to mind is you. . .
Whenever I shout at the top of my lungs, you are the one that echoes in my mind. . .
Many years later, I have everything, but I have lost you. . .
From the first time I saw you to now, I have never forgotten you, but I don't know if I can still stand by your side and say: "Yes, I am this guy's girlfriend."
I have seen the coldest snow in Boston, but it is not as cold as the cold you pushed me away time and time again.