Days I wasn’t even a centimeter long,
days I’ve cried and started breathing fresh air.
Days I started walking and talking,
and the days I’ve started thinking on my own…
All those days you carried me,
And all those days I’ve never been alone.

Words that have been exchanged that are bad,
due to our emotions being reckless.
The heart has been emotionally stabbed,
especially when I heard and saw you cry.

Days I’ve been thinking,
thinking how to be there for you…
thinking how I can...