There are days, I'll admit,
That I miss your warmth through all this 'it.
There are times, I'm not too proud,
To say to you, I was the only one in a crowd.
There are moments, I won't hide,
Where you're the one I want to stand beside.
And then there are minutes, I won't pretend,
Where everything is better and strong to defend.
There are hours, I'll be brave,
Where I don't feel like my world will concave.
There are seconds, I'm not too sore,
Where I can't even picture your face anymore.
There are more of these days, I won't fake,
That once upon a time you had my heart to break.
