i woke up to yet another day
  grown to expect
  expect more of the same
  except for, for a subtle change
  and that is, i'm slowly fading away
    harvest moon, soon will pass
  crop is gone, left only chaff
  a bitter pill, and an overcast
  a flag unfurled, at half mast
    a year to the day
  since you went away
  a moment in time
  when you were last mine
  i'm here standing still
  with more time to kill
  i barely survived
  i barely survived
    like pouring salt on an open wound
  memory filling
  filling this empty room
  i'm as bare, i'm as bare
  as a barren womb
  still like the air
  in a whitewash tomb
    a year to the day
  since you went away
  a moment in time
  when you were last mine
  i'm here standing still
  with more time to kill
  i barely survived
  i barely survived
  three sixty-five