As night ends, the day starts unwanted for it knows
That you wont be part of it.
And I've lost touch with myself
For I know that I've lost your touch.
Just please, say you'll miss me a bit this time
And I'll try to stay strong.
But it doesn't feel that way.
It feels much worse.
Eyes cold, colorless, dead, and this is how it stays.
Bloody september.
1 month,
30 days,
720 hours,
43,200 minutes,
2,592,000 seconds have passed
That your not there and will never be again.