I keep on waiting for a sign.
Telling myself that everything happens for a reason,
And that God really does have a plan for me.

But after every occasion has run its course,
I begin to think that there will never be an end
To this storm of sadness and missed opportunities.

To think that you might find someone better,
To think that I’m not good enough for you,
Scares me more than any horrific happening ever could.

Only 107 days to pull of a miracle.
Only 107 days to make you fall in love with me.
Only 107 days to convince you that you are mine.

She’s really pretty.
I don’t blame you for liking her,
But I wish you would just give me a chance.

The fact that you like her,
Just discourages me to keep on trying.
But I have to, for myself.

Because if I don’t carry on,
And finally admit defeat,
It just might kill me.

Only 107 days to pull of a miracle.
Only 107 days to make you fall in love with me.
Only 107 days to convince you that you are mine.

Every obstacle seems to get in my way.
My own mistakes keep adding up.
Every day gone by is just a waste of time.

15 weeks isn’t rather long.
The possible interactions I could have with you after you leave,
I can count on one hand.

I will keep on trying,
I will continue until
You are finally mine.