We walked, we walked out of the gates and up the rocky hill.
We listened to that song you loved, I hated, hate it still.
The 4 of us we laughed and climbed, and at the end I said goodbye.
You smiled I smiled, I never thought that last goodbye would be goodbye.

If I knew it was the last day that we would be having fun.
Perhaps I would have spoken more, spoken less, listened more, said something meaningful.
I could have said I’d missed us growing far apart.
I could have tried instead, to heal your head and not just heal your heart.

If I knew what was to happen, I would have said it properly.
Not just goodbye, regretful ‘goodbye’, goodbye’s now haunting me.

Goodbye, goodbye it taunts me, in my dreams I say goodbye.
And then they leave, they disappear, they go, you go.
You die.