This is a farewell song,
The last words that I’ll ever exchange with you.
It’s a goodbye.
The end of everything.
Treat me as a stranger now and I’ll return the favour.
If some day, you run into me,
Do not take pains to smile or say hello, because I won’t return it.
Because a part of me won’t let me smile even if I want to.
Because my veins will tie my hands and stop me to reach for you,
to wave at you, to embrace you, like I once did.
Because this is the end
It’s a goodbye.
You murdered my existence
There’s a part of me that’s always going to hate you,
A part of me that’s always going to remember you,
And remind me why storms are named after people.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
This is a farewell song,
The last words that I’ll ever exchange with you.
It’s a goodbye.
The end of everything.
Treat me as a stranger now and I’ll return the favour.
If some day, you run into me,
Do not take pains to smile or say hello, because I won’t return it.
Because a part of me won’t let me smile even if I want to.
Because my veins will tie my hands and stop me to reach for you,
to wave at you, to embrace you, like I once did.
Because this is the end
It’s a goodbye.
You murdered my existence
There’s a part of me that’s always going to hate you,
A part of me that’s always going to remember you,
And remind me why storms are named after people.
