Seven-Hundred-Thousand

7/1/03

 

How do I forget you? Let me count the ways

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven-hundred-thousand days

It seems we’ve been apart that long, but still I can’t forget

Our sleepless nights together, when the perfect scene was set

 

I lack the understanding to see what caused our demise

I can still hear you laughing and your often-soothing sighs

But soon it all grew silent, and we grew far apart

Still a tiny piece is hanging, clinging from my broken heart

 

Do you remember the first time? Do you recall that night?

You told me I was shaking; asked me if I was alright

Thus I still don’t have an answer, I suppose that I was scared

But the fear’s not yet subsided, and I have no feelings spared

 

Tell me this, where are you now, in the midst of my mind’s eye?

It seems you up and left so fast, leaving me to die

I don’t think you ever held me, which is strange enough, it seems

But still your face is haunting me in all my nightly dreams

 

I know, now, there’s no turning back, you’ve become a piece of past

But as much I try forgetting it, the memories always last

The pain to me is not mutual, and you’ve found someone new

But the better man he will not be, I longed to give the world to you

 

Now I lie alone in bed at night and wonder while I cry

Why is it that you never gave a final kiss good-bye

So how should I forget you? Let me count the ways

Another one, two, three, four, five, six, seven-hundred-thousand days