I’ve kept count of all the days
We’ve been apart.
My broken heart
Forces more shed tears,
As months and years,
It gets hard
Isn’t all its cut out to be.
Finding something to replace misery
Is not really all that easy.
I think of you most every day.
Unhappy thoughts are cast my way.
Miserable is just how I stay…
Counting minutes and hours away…
Wish I could call you on the phone.
Wish I was not here all alone.
Wish I could repent, of time poorly spent
But all my time is bent.
Doesn’t matter… Anyways…
I’ll keep counting away the days…
Wishing.. for you.. to come back home… Again.