i stare at my calendar
and see the empty squares
everyone is a reminder
of all the days you didnt care
i mark the days you contact me
a job thats not hard to do
almost all of them are blank
barley a single mark conected to you
each blank day that goes by
makes me suffer even more
is it really that hard to care
or do you love your other daughter more
i know that you dont care that much
you get out of everything you can
so everytime you dont call back
its just another mark to scan
my calendar is my written proof
of how long you were never there
i wish your love was as strong as mine
but forgivness is becoming hard to bare