Goodbey
Where I walk i get stained.
Why do I feel so drained.
They say you will become trained
But still I feel so drained.
Loving you were my life.
Needing you were my strive.
Holding you were my drive
But now I don't feel alive.
You were my hope,
Now all I need is some dope.
You said you were scared
And yet all you did was stare.
Even when you were close
It felt as if you were so far away.
Now we are in decay.
I really do love you
But it is time for a new crew.
Time to move away.
I will probably love you always
Not sure if it pays.
But yet I know.
I need to go.
Goodbye my love.
Goodbye my past.
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