Counting the Days - F.O.D.

The cuts have started bleeding yet again

You’re the only one to heal them

The fool that’s sitting in your chair

Is now fading in despair

What good is my heart when it’s being torn apart

I’m counting the days until a useless sun will stay

I’ll breathe clean air when you’re finally there

What good is my heart when it’s being torn apart

Jealousy has thrown me down once again

Wistful memories keep me on the ground

Your delight murdered me tonight

Resuscitation is what you’ll never try

What good is my heart when it’s being torn apart

I’m counting the days until a useless sun will stay

I’ll breathe clean air when you’re finally there

What good is my heart when it’s being torn apart

Fear erases all I feel as before

My tears can’t be concealed anymore

When I tried to win I lost it all

The debt to pay then made me fall

What good is my heart when it’s being torn apart

I’m counting the days until a useless sun will stay

I’ll breathe clean air when you’re finally there

What good is my heart when it’s being torn apart