Miles of white, sparkling snow stretching out before me,

The snowflakes are still steadily falling erasing the traces of our steps..

To make it perfect once again.

It's colder in the air but at least my hand is warm,

It's wrapped around in yours.

The metal was heavy when I held it,

But you said that was alright.

As long as I could pull the trigger, we'd be just fine..

Shivering as you helped me hold it to your head;

One bullet gone,

You fell in the snow.

Crimson flecked the perfect white,

I held your hand so very tight..

Raising metal against my head.

Two bullets gone,

I fell in the snow.

Crimson flawed the perfect white..

But the snowflakes were steadily falling,

Erasing the traces that we were there..

To make it perfect once again.