If I watch your departure with that glint in your eye
Would it tear me apart that you can't say goodbye?
What can I hold on to when I learn it's a lie
That's you'll always be there with each tear that I cry?


If words are stone and emotion simply waves
How can you so easily toss your heavy words away?
Will you please at least realize that while waves change by day
Your stone left an imprint, and it's here to stay.