Don't You Worry

Don't you worry your pretty little mind,

I'm still waiting for you to walk through my door,

and ask if we could start all over again.

To apologize and beg for my forgiveness.

 

The year is coming to an end,

the end of anything reminds me of you,

of our end.

And I can't bear to think about that.

 

I've been counting the days since you left,

and measuring the hours in how many times I cry.

It hasn't been as long as it feels,

I feel like I should already be dead by now.

 

How things were I can barely remember,

my memory is filled with those last days.

I've spent so much time thinking about them,

there's no room for anything else.

 

I wonder if I could have made you stay,

or if you would have inevitably left one day.

It's hard not knowing if I could have done anything,

or if you had planned on leaving weeks before.

 

No matter what happens,

I'll always be expecting your arrival.

I'm still waiting for you to walk through my door,

So, don't you worry your pretty little mind.