As if it was more romantic saying goodbye at the beach,
Rather than in the alleyway where we used to meet,
Then we must be mistaken,
For wherever the atmosphere surrounding these words
Doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Granting all the wonderful memories that will never bid farewell,
Felt so much more like a burden than a release,
When will this pain ever cease and disappear?
They will live on in these deserted streets
And float away in the night sky forever.

Those two words seem so plain and tiny
We could’ve wrote a novel to leave this where it ended
Making time tick on and on and on
So that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t ever need to end,
And we wouldn’t walk away.