The mountains are high, just like your ego when you said I would never find someone as good as you. The Lakes are deep, just like the feelings I kept in cause I was scared of what might happen if I let them out. The ground is hard, just like your bed I unwantedly slept in to keep you satisfied. The grass is green, like the two pills you slipped in my drink when I wasn't looking. The sky is cloudy, just like my conscience.
