I can't be free with what's locked inside of me
If there was a key,
you took it in your hand
There's no wrong or right,
but I'm sure there's good and bad
The questions linger overhead
No matter how cold the winter, there's a springtime ahead.

(Sooo fucking old)
Gracias por ser mi primavera cuando todo es un invierno. Te debo todo, y con gusto :)