March second, and it happened,
What’s the feeling when life gives you an amber light but you just wait,
‘Cause I did, I waited, and took in the beauty of that light,
I knew I might never have that chance to speak so freely, so afraid,
With the one whose gaze is sharper than glass.
And in the heat, my soul melted for a while, froze, and stood shaking,
All I can feel now is the emotion, not the memory,
And this is why I’m so afraid that nothing is ever real.