Things fall apart and illusions fade…just like our love did
Can you hold my hand for the last time,
A stroke on the cheek will be so sublime.
Our differences we’ve shared,
Yet now, in our goodbyes we stare.
I wish it could’ve been a different way,
But I still mean all that I say.
You know, it just wasn’t right,
Ending each day with yet another petty fight.
Steps we’d taken together were the same,
Then how does it turn to be me that you blame.
It’s been a hell of a ride which was bound to end,
Still I did cherish the time we’d spent.
Though now looking at you with someone else I question myself with a sigh,
Was it right to end everything with a goodbye?