We move on so carelessly with an unsaid goodbye
We tickle our cheeks with tears we would never admit we cried
We even hold it into the brim until our eyes become red and swollen
And we let our voice tremble, our chins even shake and give in
Yet the months pass and become years so fast
And we bathe in hot tears for all the cold years
And we live on with our days accustomed to these ways
But just know that I would have rather choked on a said goodbye
Than to have lived all my days with a silent cry