With every passing day ,
I see it all slipping away,
Little by little,
Day by day, moment by moment,
I’m trying to detach myself a little, one bit at a time,
I’m sure till the day arrives,
when you’ll be packing your bags ,
Getting ready, leaving in a rush to board that flight,
I’d be able to say goodbye, with a smile.
Everything I said and every thing you promised
Will be put to test,
There might be no calls, no texts,
We’ve come this far,
and now you’ll be gone.