I’m bored so here’s a poem I wrote I devote all my time
helping you discover the truth
Since I knew saying good-bye
was going to make me suffer more
Because I knew it would be the final word
I’d ever heard you say,
“Goodbye”
Now, it is the last word on the last page.
Of the final chapter of our story
My poor conscience screaming thought in my head
Of you just the night before
The same word over and over
“Goodbye”
“Goodbye”
“Goodbye”
The exact words I hoped you’d never say.
But somehow you said it
Even though you said you’d never leave me
You did that to
But now I’m starting to think about the past
But I’m also hoping that the future would be the same
Just you and me
No more “goodbyes”
But that’s only a dream
That I play on repeat in my head
Where we would be smiling and laughing
like we did so many numerous times
But I was just hoping
I was hoping the past would change
And you would say you're sorry
And that wouldn’t be the last goodbye
I’d ever hear you say
But we're not living in a fairy tale
But as I lay awake at night
I continue to lie to myself, hoping that it's all fake
that you didn’t say “goodbye” just that night before
But I know you did
And now I feel so empty inside
Because this room is growing so incredibly cold.
But as I started to come out of that state of being
I realized I should have said
“goodbye” way before you