Just the days; the months, they count down to something which seems like an eternity.
Just the time; the tears the words and the fears, they amount to this.
Forget me not, I'm as frail as the flower;
I need the support to hold me up.
I break easily; where are you to fix me,
The time and the tears where have they got me,
They've brought me back wards,
Back wards. Back wards.
