So little time so much to do,
I'd wanna spend my days with you,
So little time so much to do
I'd like to spend one day with you,
And if that day is not enough,
Maybe we can stay in touch,
but i'm not making plans for tomorrow,
For tomorrow never comes.

Growing up makes you realise that separation is inevitable and those that you've leaned on over the years suddenly start pushing you away; You're confused: did you do something wrong? Or did something changed while you were gone and things can't go back to what they used to be?

I don't know what to say. Or maybe there's nothing left that can be said. I don't always understand but I'm still here to listen.

It hurts me that you say that I don't care. Because I do...very much.