All I need now is a miracle, that would make you realise that,
I'm always here, and will always be.

So you would come back to me, and lean on my support again.

Silently crying at the stairs now,
thinking of things I shouldn't,
and trying and trying to stop.

Seven months after we broke up.
How long more, eight, nine, ten.
twelve, twenty-four, thirty-six.

Please.