Saying goodbye can hurt sometimes,
But saying goodbye to you was the hardest thing I had to do.
I remember all the places we used to go,
Just a few months ago.
There is so much I want to say,
But I’m so scared to give away
I know I’m messy and not always such a good friend
But you were there, my best friend ‘till the end.
Why didn’t you tell me you’re gonna go on the other side?
Maybe if you’d have done it, it wouldn’t hurt me so much.
I don’t know what to tell you anymore,
”Please, come back!” or ”I let you go…”?!
This is the proof and not the faith I try to find,
There shouldn’t be a good in goodbye.