seven months

in seven months and many ways, i lost such things, and every night when you played, i would wonder out, seven months, i feel i gave all myself, and every night, i would say i had my doubt, and i would take the long way home and you would follow up, but i would always be alone and never seemed to be enough, be enough, in seven months, i felt a change, i felt some kind of shift, in seven months, i tried my best, but i know that we all drift, every night i would stay, and you would depart, every night the space between, would freeze our heart, and you can change your mind, but i will also, you could lose your way, but i will never know, you can change your mind, but i will also, you can move away and i would never know, and i would take the long way home and would follow up, but i would always be alone and never seemed to be enough, be enough,