The spring was to blame,
And the adrenaline,
And the sleepless nights of anticipation,
Crawling in my tiny room.
Waiting, waiting for something to change,
Waiting to become.

You made me feel special,
But you made every girl feel like that,
Something easy and warm in your ways
That now chills me to the bone.

It wasn’t all bad.
I gave you a part of my soul,
And so I learned to give,
And so I learned to be.
You were the vessel through which I learned my place in the world.
Now I am free, breathless,
A spirit flowing through a spring,
Yet I feel a pang of sadness
When I spot your shadow
In the corner of my eye.

- Andria