Day, Month, Year

monday, i'm waiting..

tuesday, im still waiting to see you to see, see how you're doing

wednesday you still don't come..
nothing in the late morning
thursday is empty..

whether it's friday saturday or sunday
there isnt a day i dont think of you
there wont be a day when youll come back
to revisit our past
the day i met you
the day we became close
the day we held hands
the day i fell in love with you
the day i confessed it
the day that you heard it
will it be much longer? i just dont know
will it be several months or another year?
of the tens of thousands, countless memories we shared
ive never not thought of you

january is endless
february is dull
march is also vague
april im restless
may is painful
june is empty
will it be much longer? i just dont know
will it be several months or another year?
of the tens of thousands, countless memories we shared

will it be much longer? i just dont know
of the tens of thousands, countless memories we shared
ive never not thought of you