Lost myself when I found you on the floor,

My tiny hands could not hold all your tears,

Childhood was full of kites but it has been

Relinquished to preserve your command.

My dear angel, it's time that I depart,

Youth is dead to me, I have fought too hard.

Aged, accelerated, who said adolescence would be fun?

Too long, too far, when can I be the one?

Fast-tracked, flying, why can't I hit the breaks?

It felt right at the time, why did I race to the finish line?

Was I ever your hero, tell me please,

All those pirouettes, I spotted on you.*

For nineteen years I pushed past and pressed on,

You will be fine, twenty is the year I become.

*This line is a reference to dance technique. Pirouettes are the turns that dancers perform, and they keep themselves grounded by "spotting" a stationary object — essentially using their spot as a reference point.