Thinking back to September, October with that calender on the wall, feel a sence of acomplishment with each month's fall. Can't you see there never will be anyone else, I hope you see there won't be anyone else when you're so far away from me, I just can't seem to wait another day. Days pass like sitting alone in a room all by yoursel. We'll last, distance means nothing to me. In another three days I'll be snuggling with you, until then I yern and wait with time, I would love to show you what's on my mind.