Three Six Five.

Three Six Five.
Every day and every night.
Time to time, they all vary.
Like January and February.
All the memories will stay,
Like March, April and May.
May our June's and July we remember,
With the rush of August and September.
Chilling in the coldness of October,
And every hand we held, last November.
Through our winter clothes, do you remember,
Kissing under the mistletoe last december?


Forgive me for all my wrongs,
For all the times I brought you down.
Remember the times we cried,
Holding our hands, tears we dried.
Will our stories be told,
As our figures come nearer,
Will I be here tomorrow?
Will tomorrow be a better day?
I can feel most of you fade away,
Years have passed, and years come by.
We stand here, drifting apart,
It all comes down, like it always does,
Making us remember just yesterday,
When we changed our ways,
We walked away with hate in our heart,
Brewing love inside,
We call them love,
Looking away with disgust.
Find me today, for my yesterday.
Take my hand, feel me forgive you too.
No regrets, tomorrow is a better day.

Three Six Five.
Every day and every night.
Time to time, they all vary.
Like January and February.
All the memories will stay,
Like March, April and May.
May our June's and July we remember,
With the rush of August and September.
Chilling in the coldness of October,
And every hand we held, last November.
Through our winter clothes, do you remember,
Kissing under the mistletoe last december?