Bittersweet goodbyes to the girl I once was
Dreading the woman I am becoming
The very essence of my being fading to a distant memory
No longer living life to from the backseat
But anxiously gripping the steering wheel
Time is fleeting
Running barefoot through fields
My mother stroking my hair as I lay in her lap
I beg for a chance to be small once more
To be free, to be cared for
The little girl claws her way through my heart
Time is fleeting
Life moves on, people grow old
The fear of the dark becomes the fear of the unknown
Nostalgia tears me apart like termites
She cries and pleads
But she must move on
Time is fleeting