I count the days when we were together.
The days when I smile, barely makes up my hand.
The days I cried, even my toes can't suffice that.
But stubborn as I were, I stayed thinking this would be all worthwhile.
But now I'm at my end, and I owe someone an apology.
I'm sorry my heart, for making you go all through that.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 6:46 AM UTC
I count the days when we were together.
The days when I smile, barely makes up my hand.
The days I cried, even my toes can't suffice that.
But stubborn as I were, I stayed thinking this would be all worthwhile.
But now I'm at my end, and I owe someone an apology.
I'm sorry my heart, for making you go all through that.
