• One last breath.
    One last breath to say,
    Andrew.
    You've always been nice to me.

    I pretended to hate you,
    yet I know I never really did.
    I didn't want people to think I liked you,
    you see.

    With your hair flying in your face,
    you looked so cute.
    And your singing,
    oh, your singing!

    It was music to my ears,
    your sweet voice.
    Your regular voice was enough.
    It's beautiful.

    With your long brown hair,
    it flies around in the wind.
    Even your smile,
    on that could night warmed my heart.

    I know a few things about,
    and I hope to learn more about you.
    Not just as a percussionist,
    but as a friend.