then and now.
When I was nervous, you would tell me to sing. Sing anything. Sing what you want to say next. You used to sing back and it would make me smile. Now I'm older, I know you won't sing back and the same anxiety floods in. Who else can sing to me?
When I was sad, you would hold me and tell me you were squeezing the pain away. You used to brush the tears from my face. Now I'm older, I know you can't build me up again and the depression sinks in. Why did you have to go?
When you were alone, I didn't come to help you. I never told you how beautiful and strong you were. Now you're not older and I left you behind. When will you come back?