sixty-three days.

every day it gets a little easier the strings start wearing my heart heals a little my eyes get drier every day i miss you less i realize how you would have treated me i think about what you said and if you meant it or not every day i wonder if you think about me how i think about you every day i wish to get over you youre in my mind for some reason i "dont" miss you but you won't leave every day it gets a little harder