Goodbye
Everyday you wait for my unheard goodbye
And everyday I hope you don't die
Everyday I hear the unheard crys
Your under so much pressure
That now there's a giant fissure
And I pray to god, "all I want is to hold and kiss her"
But lets look at the giant picture
That no camera could capture
Everyday ypu hold back tears and fears
Afraid of the ones that you should hold dear
Mutilated and disturbed by your peers
Everybody wanted to stretch you
Even though they truly never met u
But by shear luck you made it
But your heart is now faded
And all the voices are out dated
We skated by but now I think it's time to say goodbye
We flirted and skirted with death
But now it's time to lay in our bed
So this our last goodbye
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