seven hundred thirty days
and still you’re on my mind
shouldn’t this get easier
with each day that goes by?
instead i’m only wondering
why i let you go that day
and wishing i had realized
what i wished away
i thought it would be linear
that i’d miss you less and less
but sometimes i still look back
in regret and curse this mess
i sob for you, i pray for you
sometimes i scream your name
i’ve been living in this hell i made
seven hundred thirty days
i only hope that when i left
i saved your heart my dear
if i didn’t there’s no reason
you shouldn’t still be here
seven hundred thirty days
ago i broke our hearts
still i face eternity
each day we are apart
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