I don’t have a story to tell,
Or maybe I don’t have the words to tell a tale,
There’s a pain in every word,
That strikes to you and me,
Significance lies behind those words,
Naked to us,
Covered to the rest.
Look at the calendar and you’ll see a few digits,
You’re never alone,
To some those digits are thoughts and to some they are memories,
Digits that represent the fights,
A few of them full of loving memories,
Some of them might even have their sadness hidden in them,
I see every digit as a dark side,
In those single digits I see myself lonely and standing alone,
Under the open sky,
Full of memories and thoughts of you,
Every date brings a new reminder of you.
Then the double digits,
Calculation of how we’re apart now,
And how you’re away and unaware of me.