It bears repeating,
friends are fleeting.
they come and fly by,
with the out a glance.
Or a care in their eye.

Goodbye, to you.
Even as each tear falls,
when the past calls.
Goodby my former friend
goodbye.

Talk is cheap.
To you; I'm cheaper.
It hurts, you know,
evey time you go.
And it hurts the most
when you go for good.