You were born in the springtime,
I was a monster for the first time...

As I write my rhymes on paper,
They start to become stranger...

Your love planted a seed,
Your love is all I need...

The past isn’t always the past,
Always getting picked last...

I was with someone new,
Still thinking about you...

Thinking about the day,
That they took you two away...

Years ago I lost the old me,
Lost the women I was trying to be...