All good things
Must come to an end
But when we signed names in gold
You said you'd be the anchor
And as selfish as it was
I was ready to see the skies again
Yet here we are
You're flying with your broken wings
And I'm drowning
I don't know what to tell you
As my eyes weigh down
I'd still die to be
The one leaving
Because leaving hurts way less
Than being the one left behind
With all the pain
The shame
And the regret
Of not letting go
First
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