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THOSE GOODBYES

(T. Beechey)



All alone on a Friday night,everyone else is doing all right

Reliving laughs all over again,meanwhile,my walls are closing in

The only thing I hear instead are her echoed words inside my head

I try to fool myself to think it wasn't real,that's when I shrink



The hardest part of her goodbyes

Was seeing that look within her eyes

And knowing that each word she said

Wasn't from a script she read

They were from her heart and soul

And,into my heart,they bore a hole

That,over time,just magnifies

With each recall of those goodbyes



I thought if I would go outside,perhaps there would be a chance that I'd

Begin to feel myself once more,I never made it to the door

I felt her presence all around from the ceiling to the ground

And,to the floor,I hit my knees surrounded by her memories



The hardest part of her goodbyes

Was seeing that look within her eyes

And knowing that the words she spoke

Wasn't just some kind of joke

Everything she said was true

And,up till then,I never knew

How much of me she symbolized

Until I heard those goodbyes



I never thought the time would come when I'd feel so completely numb

Just out of touch with reality and nothing's the way that it should be

I've never felt this lost before,hollowed out right to the core

And the only one I have to blame is the one who bears my name



The hardest part of her goodbyes

Was seeing that look within her eyes

And knowing that I did deserve

All the pain those eyes did serve

There was nothing I could reply

She was right,so I didn't try

And,as she left,I couldn't disguise

The hurt I felt from those goodbyes



So,upon this barren floor I lay,not knowing if it's night or day

Just thinking of a special girl who gave to me her entire world

And all she received in return was unkindness that she never earned

And that's why she's gone and I'm here,her final words still crystal clear