Three hundred and sixty five days in a year
and i spent most of them missing your face
and the look in your eyes and the bounce in your step
because without you i feel out of place
over fifty whole weeks in two thousand and eight
and i spent over half wishing you were still at my side
without you here, it feels so weird
like there's a part of me that has died
24 hours a day almost all week along
i walk past a picture of you
its weird to know that you wont come back
i still cant believe its true
