Looking through photographs,
of who we used to be,
Holding on tightly,
to the sweet memories,
But just like the images,
spread across my bedroom floor,
they must be carefully put away.
It's time to let go of all the yesterdays.
But it's you-the one who changed everything,
who wants to bring back this past.
You must know what has been done can't be undone.
Your scarring words and deceitful lies,
are only what I know now.
I want you to stop bringing out,
the once so beautiful pictures,
that now just show sin .
It's time to bid farewell my friend
and burn those photos.
Goodbye, my friend.
Goodbye