Loaded Bag

With countless rain I shred and hopes I mold. Can you even lift the heaviness I hold? You take it away, far away from my grasp. Should I still give the trust or put it to last? The warm she gave to you was the coldness I felt through. Here I am, freezing, can't move, holding the hope I thought was true. How can I forget, how can i put down the bag I carry, if I always see was you, with her besides you.