we've just said our short good-byes,
and you've walked out that door,
and now all i have to say is,
here's to my tears falling to the floor.
i hate the way this is all set up,
i forget your there,
forget i can talk to you,
and all i remember is,
your gone,
outta my home,
how much i need you,
and how much it hurts when you say good-bye.

I know this might hurt you too,
but it hurts me more,
i cry every Monday,
Sunday, Christmas, Easter and Birthday,
that's every day you say goodbye...