Why is it goodbye, and not
something true, like I wish it wasn't this way,
but I just can't bring myself to
allow you to
love someone like me?

Why is it goodbye, and not
something real, like I'm sorry that I'm a monster
who flirts with everyone and then
leaves you once I mean
the world to you...

Why is it goodbye, and not
something poetic, like I'll always think about the good times
we pretended to share
where I thought I cared
and I do but I can't
because my strength lies
in breaking hearts like mine