she will be better this time next week time enough to meet another boy she will be bitter though this time next year when life has spun a round and I'm still buried here I fear she won't forgive me even worse, won't forget me and that is all I want for her pretty eyes and fragile ego latching on like a disease that knows the cure's around the corner but will not admit it has to leave and some things have been wrong I admit I haven't been okay though I've lied to make you stay in the past that was the past just yesterday a year ago three years ago I remember where I was yesterday