And So This Is Goodbye, Again
Empty bottles
And low self-esteem
Cigarettes in a box, only a few left unsmoked in a pack of 20
Names that don't mean anything anymore
Flowers unpicked
Music unlistened to and words unspoken
This is goodbye
Again
Probably not for the last time
It's unfair
And probably selfish
To want you to stay when you are
So
Unhappy
Here
But I do
And I'm not sure I can live without you
But I will
Not because I'm brave or strong or even Good
But because it's expected, I have to
Don't I
And I'll leave something unspoken and unfinished or unseen or unheard
For you to remember me by
Because this is goodbye
Again
Isn't
It?













