One more day

I count the minutes, the hours of every day. While I'm searching for a life in another way.
Have you ever felt stuck in the present longing for the past?
Have you ever dreamed a dream, woundering how long it would last?
Well, there you have me, the one I think I am.
But is this the one I want to be? Am I able to stand on my own or do I need a helping hand?
When I pass the streets and meet the poeple I meet, I put on a face full of charm and grace.
I know it isn't me, but it is just one of those days.
Everytime I walk by memory lane I pick up pieces of my life but knows that it could never be the same.
Why aren't things ever like they were?
They said that a year would make it better but tell me, why do I still miss her?
I used to be the happy one and I always had something to say.
For me, that person is gone while he is waiting for that singel day.