Don't you worry..
Days will past..
You'd be happy..
When it'll last..
You'd find that special one..
Who'd take her place...
While these eleven months will no longer be cared..
It's the harsh reality my friend..
Things get replaced..
So does people..
No matter how close they might have been..
A day comes when you'd not find that pain that triggered when they left..
It's okay just that way..
Who'd matter in the end..
Just you..
And the happiness..
That'd last..
