I used to hate days,
They reminded me too much of you.
Days become forgotten,
Days become the past,
And then they become memories that fade over time.
And just as I can’t hold onto the certainty of days,
I couldn’t hold onto you.
I used to hate days,
They reminded me too much of you.
Days become forgotten,
Days become the past,
And then they become memories that fade over time.
And just as I can’t hold onto the certainty of days,
I couldn’t hold onto you.
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