They say that bad days won't last forever,
Well my good days worry me more,
how time runs when I smile,
how it was on its heels when you were here,
until you no more here, then it slow down,
slowly slowly it moves like a snail,
hit my wounds with brick of your memories,

Time, is cruel,
I had you here when it wanted you gone,
so you left
drifting really fast, I'm sorry to say, could you have slowed down for a good bye?
could you just not leave like we never had good times
could you...