On days like these, those times we dread
when pulling sheets above my head
and holding you before you go
my heart dying, but I'll lie low
Days where we don't want to move
something we've gained we have to lose
And we hurt and suffer yet again
I hope we don't need to get used to the pain.
On days like these, the ones I hate
since the beginning, too long in wait
Eleven long months leave just one week
to tell you I love you, those words to speak
it isn't enough, it won't ever be
but when you leave, it's harder to see,
you walked away crying to catch that plane
and I sat there weeping, out in the rain,
On days like these, the ones we fear
keeping us waiting until the next year
to say our goodbyes and lose all touch
never to realise that we'll miss it that much
until it's all gone, all out of sight
I will hold on, with all of my might,
So that someday, we'll set the frame
no more leaving, just us whole again.