365 Days That Includes You And Me

365 days, Monday through Sunday,

Admit to me how you feel,

I'm 22 soon going on 23,

And I just want the truth,

Plus you're older than me.

The days pass by in a blur,

Each one filled with its own unique moments,

Monday brings the start of the week,

A fresh beginning, a chance to make things right,

But sometimes it feels like an uphill climb,

The weight of responsibilities weighing heavy on my shoulders.

Tuesday comes around, a little easier perhaps,

The middle of the week inching closer,

But still so far away,

It's like we're caught in a cycle,

Always moving forward but never really getting anywhere.

Wednesday, hump day they call it,

A reminder that we're halfway there,

But sometimes it feels like we're stuck in a rut,

Going through the motions without really living,

Just existing, passing the time until the weekend comes.

Thursday, almost there,

The promise of the weekend on the horizon,

But still so far away,

I can feel the pull of the days slipping through my fingers,

Time is a relentless force, always moving forward,

Never giving us a chance to catch our breath.

Friday, sweet relief,

The end of the week finally in sight,

But there's still so much to do,

The pressure mounts as the hours tick by,

And I find myself wondering,

Is this all there is?

Saturday, a day of rest,

A chance to relax and recharge,

But sometimes it feels like I'm just going through the motions,

Trying to fill the emptiness that seems to linger,

Always in the background, never really going away.

Sunday, the day of reflection,

A time to look back on the week that was,

And think about the days ahead,

But sometimes it feels like I'm stuck in a cycle,

Always moving forward but never really getting anywhere,

Just existing, passing the time until the next Monday comes around.

365 days, Monday through Sunday,

Admit to me how you feel,

I'm 22 soon going on 23,

And I just want the truth,

Plus you're older than me.

The days blur together, merging into one long stretch of time,

And I find myself wondering,

Is this all there is?

Is this what life is supposed to be?

Just a series of days passing by,

Each one blending into the next,

Without any real meaning or purpose.

But then I look at you,

And I see a spark of hope,

A glimmer of something more,

Something that makes me believe,

That maybe, just maybe,

There's more to life than just surviving,

More to life than just existing,

That maybe, just maybe,

There's a chance for something meaningful,

Something real, something true.

365 days, Monday through Sunday,

Admit to me how you feel,

I'm 22 soon going on 23,

And I just want the truth,

Plus you're older than me.

And as the days blur together,

I find myself holding onto that hope,

Clutching it tightly to my chest,

Like a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty,

A beacon of light in a world of shadows,

Guiding me forward, pushing me on,

Towards a future that's filled with possibilities,

A future that's bright with promise,

A future that's waiting for us to seize.

365 days, Monday through Sunday,

Admit to me how you feel,

I'm 22 soon going on 23,

And I just want the truth,

Plus you're older than me.

So tell me, how do you feel?

Do you see what I see?

Do you feel what I feel?

Do you believe in the hope that I see,

In the promise of a future that's waiting for us,

Just beyond the horizon,

Just within our reach,

If only we have the courage to take that leap,

To step into the unknown,

To embrace the uncertainty,

And trust that we'll find our way,

Together, hand in hand,

365 days, Monday through Sunday.