Oh that's so great.
I'm not going to talk to you, am I?
Breathe in, breathe out.
I want to fly away...far from here
Until I can't speak, feel or hear
Watch me watch you forget about me
If you saw that maybe then you'd see
How I feel about you
Maybe then you'd listen, maybe then you'd see
How all I want is for you to be there for me
I can wish and I can dream
Forever ever after, but why
Would I continue to scream
If no one can hear the silence?
There is no you with me.
This is the end
No more lines about you
No more posts about you
You're just but a distant memory
There is no you and there is no me in you and me
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I guess this is goodbye.
Whenever you are, estoy listo para hablar.
I was always there, always ready.
I know not how I've hurt you, but I'm sorry all the same.
And yet I'm at a loss.
I've lost all I had; all there ever was.
Where did we go?
Apparently I'm not who you thought I was.
I'm not who you'd hoped I'd be.
I guess this is goodbye.
I guess I'm not that guy, don't ask me why
So leave me be, I'm not that guy that guy you wish was me.
I was falling slowly but have now hit the bottom.
The deep has swallowed me alive.
As I listen to that song, I'm reminded of your smile.
Of your eyes and your masked beauty.
Of intertwined fingers.
I've watched the feather drop until I can see it no more.
It has disappeared, and I'm done watching and waiting for it to come back.
I guess this is goodbye.
Have an amazing life, as I'm sure you will.
Remember the galaxies.
Remember the star under your eye, the eyes that lit up the sky, nay, my sky.
I guess this is goodbye.
When you see yourself, remember that I wish I was somewhere in the mirror, somewhere over there.
I've said goodbye before, and I hope to say it again.
The tide is going out, never to come back in
And I'm left here gasping, striving for breath.
Waiting 'til she comes to give me life.
I guess this is goodbye.
I blame you not. I blame no one.
If this is the end, well played.
May you fly away to a place where only true love exists, if that were possible.
If this is the last I ever write to you, I hope and pray that you understand I was never against you.
I was never at odds with you.
Whatever and whoever told you that I was no longer there is as false as oil in water.
This is my lyrical reality.
I guess this is goodbye.
I've watched you forget about me.
I've watched you paint the wall.
If the wall never comes down, just know that I too am writing on the other side.
Every story has another side, as do realities.
My reality truly collided with yours.
Our Venns did meet.
My heart is glad that you were there in mine.
Que tengas una vida maravillosa sin mí.
Siempre,
Nonak.
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