Repair These Broken Strings

Fulfilling those promises is like tuning an empty guitar.
You never know where you are until you too far.
It's too far out; you cannot reach it.
Tell me, what is it that you seek?
Release these balloons, cut off the string to this kite.
Let's paint this rainbow in white.

Teach me all over again.

Tell me how to repair
These broken strings.
I know it's me who let go,
But please, I don't forget things.
That's why this grip is my sorrow.