There are days it hurts so bad
That I cannot breathe.
There are days the pain is so overwhelming
That I cannot see.
There are days when missing you isn\'t so bad
And on those days I still feel sad.
There are nights black as black
When I cry myself to sleep.
There are nights, only occasionally,
That I never make a peep.
There are nights that sorrow is just so bad
And nights that I am not so sad.
There are mornings bright
That I cannot wake
There are mornings dull
That the pain is too much to take
There are mornings when I\'m feeling blue
And mornings when mourning is all I can do.
There are evenings alone
That I spend in tears
There are evenings about
That I wish you were near
There are evenings when I miss you so
And evenings when not a single tear flows.
There are public places
That remind me of you.
There are public places
That I can\'t go to.
There are public places that induce such pain
And public places with no sorrow to their name
There are memories of you
That I carry with me constantly
There are memories of you
That won\'t function properly.
There are memories of you that make me happy
And memories of you that make me sappy.
What I\'m trying to say is this,
A simple message some might miss.
Not a day goes by that I don\'t think of you
I know you know that, don\'t you?