That was my goodbye--
My way of telling you
I woke up from my daydream,
And I am tired of waiting--
That I'm done pretending,
And that love I've had was not never ending.

That goodbye I sent to you,
It was a gift for you and me--
For your sensibility, and for my liberty,
For your acceptance, and for my remission.

And ever since that day--
The day I said farewell to you,
Even the days when I've been thinking it through--
All I wanted was to relieve myself of that despondence,
Then to make you lament
Your acceptance of my goodbye.