We have to believe that goodbye isn't the end.
There has to be more.
We need to be able to have the world at our hands.
We cannot sustain the thought of it being the last time we will see
A place
A loved one
Or to be able to do
We spend our whole lives believing this disillusion
To mask our fear
Till it happens...
The love one is gone
And your just stuck trying to pick up the pieces
And the cycle starts again
Alone in this world.