What is this feeling, like never before,
I'm not obsessed. I don't want more.
For all my life, there's been this one thing.
It's either broken me, or made me sing.
And when there's not, when no one cares,
Someone to love is in my prayers.
Until this day, until this year.
Like when you left, so did my fear.
Of loneliness, of letting go,
Of being myself, not the person they know.
The weight of gray has been lifted off,
And at that desperate me I scoff.