The days are number, for us.
I'll miss you when your gone.
You will always be in my heart
But not such a big part
The way we used to be close
Is just the past for the most
The hair is gone from your head
And all i see you do is ly in your bed
You cry when you see us come
And think of how we grew some
I dont like to see you this way
Id rather be the one to pay

I didn't write this, but I put this up for my granfather who I love soooooooo much!