The seventh of the nineth
Seven past nine
Such a coincidence
I've been wanting to write all day

Today was a good day, I remembered
Some things made me cry, some things made me mad
Some came back and some never surfaced
I forgave, but still I can't to forget

Seventy nine less tears than last time
Seventy nine less memories

You won't even recognize the meaning

I will always love you and miss you

But today tought me well