It was easy for me to say that I was gonna make it.
It was easy to say that I could take you out of my mind,
but the truth: I can't.

With the long days go by
with all the things I want to say to you
and you're not here (or there...)

And the calendar is not helping,
counting the months isn't helping either
with a new watch to keep thinking that you don't want to try it harder.
that it was too much to you
with a long message trying to explain that to me
with a lot of time to read it
but still not all the time I would like to have to think about it.

With an entire world to take a long walk
and a huge world to makes me understand that you're so far away...
With all those things on my hands,
and still, a pain that doesn't want to go away.