Forty five is the worst number ever,
It's how many days it took for me to realize we wouldn't be together.

Number one is the second worst for it only makes my heart ache,
Because with one more day, one more hour, one more minuet I could have proven to you that this was all a big mistake.

I keep telling myself "it'll all be okay",
But inside I know it really won't because my world didn't use to look gray.

I guess I should have known that you didn't really love me,
But for some reason or another I thought "together forever" was a guarantee.

So as I lay in my bed writing these words I hope you understand,
That this life is just to painful to continue without you in my hands.

And as I say goodbye to this world and hello to a new one,
I'm not the least bit afraid because I just want my life to be done.