There are days when we have a lot to say,
and days when we have nothing to talk about
we prefer to remain silent, just listen.
And today was another day;
A day of listening and simply not having anything to say.
Today was a day to love you, but instead we decided to fight;
One more day to forget, but I know we'll remember,
The day your good smell left me breathless.
One more day to vent
One day after the other.
Another day, after another.
And from these busy days, weeks pass, months pass
And of all these months what is there to celebrate
Because there are days we want to write
Others we just want to erase.