Days, Nights, Weeks, Months
Knowing what could have been, what should be mine.
Yet feeling what has been lost, all those wasted time.
Is this true existence, That I question
Is this true existence, missing your affection

Days, Night, Weeks, Months
Into the abyss, these feeling I must dismiss

Days, Nights, Weeks, Months
Into the abyss, for my own bliss