Unanswered questions,
a life left with the inevitable.
Time keeps ticking,
each hour never feeling long enough.
If I gave in maybe it wouldn’t hurt so bad.
Maybe it would be easier than trying to hold on to a hope that doesn’t seem real anymore.
And the one I said I love you to wouldn’t have to cry for a tomorrow that will never come.
They could live their days without worry
while I quietly fall to pieces.
As sad as it is,
it’s for the best.
Because goodbye is a lot less harder now than it will ever be.

No...
Scratch that.
It doesn’t matter.
Goodbye hurts like hell whatever way you put it.
And it’ll still feel the same
yesterday...
today...
tomorrow...