Three hundred and sixty-six days had gone
I still remember why and how it was done
But things will never be the same again
For two souls apart from each other’s strain.

Three hundred and sixty-six days too soon
That once good melody, now out of tune
But not the best time for foolish regrets
Not even the best guise for one undressed.

Three hundred and sixty-six days gone better
With stray memories in my messy specter
Aloof, still find it hard to be on the usual
Still not too evident to paint superficial.

Three hundred and sixty-six days thought wise
Enough to **** shattered realities that arise
Blinded me to fully cover sham infallibility
Figured out the worst way to shun misery.

Three hundred and sixty-six days I miss him
No, not him who put my life in such awful grim
But him who had seen the obscurity of my tears
And knew all my fancy flaws and terrible kind of fears.

Three hundred and sixty-six days ain’t about you at all
He is all about my summer and winter and spring and fall
Guess I noted that in my wrecked up mind before
That I forgot to tell him that he’s all I truly adore.

Three hundred and sixty-six days now slowly fading
Can’t help myself to indulge into silly daydreaming
But this thing I feel is true enough, I won’t now be scared
For him holding a mighty pen, the one who truly cared.