I used to wish that
The fifth of every month
Would be hell for you.
You'd reminisce,
Wishing and wanting,
Wanting me back.
I used to wish that
The fifth of every month
Would torture your soul,
Eat up your mind,
Remind you that you let me go.
And I'm long gone.

Now I've been wishing for
The fifth of every month
To be just another day
For both of us.
Hoping and dreaming
Of new faces and places.
I've been wishing that
The fifth of every month
Would remind both you and I
That it's another day to live in, and
Another day to move on.
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