Goodbye |
by Rosebud |
Well maybe now I should just say goodbye You used to be my friend But I never felt I really was yours So maybe this is the end. I'm different from you, all of you Each other we've never understood I hope that if I do tell you goodbye That it won't be for good. Whenever I'm mad it hurts me so bad And you don't even care I don't know why, I just want to cry And someday I won't be there. The streaks on my arm they've done me no harm They're only made of pen But once they are blood that turns brown like mud They'll be there again and again. If I'm mad at you I'll hurt myself too But that doesn't really matter Although when I hurt I feel like dirt And my spirit's bruised and battered. I do not know why it has to be so I really wish it did not But the way this has been going it is basically shot. You don't need me and we don't need we And that's how I think I know why These words are the ones I have to speak- I love you, but goodbye. |
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