I woke up to yet another day
Grown to expect
Expect more of the same
Except for, for a subtle change
And that is, I'm slowly fading away
Harvest moon, soon will pass
Crop is gone, left only chaff
A bitter pill, and an overcast
A flag unfurled, a half mast
A year to the day
Since you wnt away
A moment in time
When you were last mine
I'm here standing still
With more time to kill
I barely survived
Lie pouring salt on an open wound
Memory filling
Filling this empty room
I'm as bare, I'm as bare
As a barren wom
Still like the air
In a whitewash tom
A year to the day
Since you wnt away
A moment in time
When you were last mine
I'm here standing still
With more time to kill
I barely survived
Three sixty-five