Wednesday, August 4, 1993

Goodbye - Fall 1993 - by MrM



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Well I guess it's time to say goodbye
I have to tell you that I really hate
leavin' this time.
I know you say you'll be fine,
but I don't know...

I hate to see you lyin' here this way
I just keep on rememberin' how you were
when I was young, and you were too.
I've tried not to think about this day.
But now the time has come,
and I don't think that I will see you again...

I'm on my way to a distant home.
Where I've made a family and a life of my own.
Any other day I'd be glad to go; but right now
I just want to stay and be alone, with you...

Just talking to you makes me sad.
You make me laugh out loud,
and then the tears start flowin'
'Cause I know it's the last time,
and it feels so bad.
It wouldn't be so bad,
if it weren't for the knowin.

And you're smiling' that smile,
that gave me so much joy,
now it brings so much pain,
It takes my heart and rips it up
and grinds each little grain.
I can't stand it, but what can I do?
I want to quit my job, quit my life,
and just stay here with you...
while you're still here.

But I guess it's time to say goodbye, for good.
I hate to leave and leave so much left unsaid.
And there's alot I would say if I could.
'Cause when I come back this way,
I'm afraid you'll be...
In my heart, and In my soul, In a sacred memory;
And I'll never let you go.
No, I will never let you go, again.

I guess I'll go now... I'll make it, somehow.
Its been so good, so many times.
You've made me who I am. You see, you made me.

I hope I've made you happy,
I hope I've made you glad.
I hope I've done enough good things,
to make up for all the bad.
I hope that you know how much I love you.
And how much I'll be thinkin' of you,
but not this way.

Now I really must go.
I'm so sorry that this day has come, and gone.
I guess I just don't know-
How to say goodbye,
I'm getting it all wrong!

This is so wrong, how can I leave?
I know I have to; how can I stay?
I know I have to;
but I still can't believe 
that I'm going
away.

Goodbye.


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