In my life, I've said many goodbyes.
I've indeed told so many a lies.
But none, ever meant this much;
None ever cost me this much;
none ever hurt me like this;
Loosing love, a sweet angel's.
In your arms for the last time,
It doesn't really rhyme!
It does really make sense!
When your sweet love is all that I sense.
Upon this much, still, got to bade bye;
Still got to use the reluctant goodbye.
To where they use another time;
To achieve my life's aim.
Now, I've got to tell myself a lie
More unlike any other lie,
That you're no longer the one;
Aft' now, you're no longer my love.
When this heart I can't give another one;
When you're the only I know to love.
Yet, I've got to say good bye
Though, because of no lie.
Because I've got to fly;
Because of this I was born . . . to fly.
Goodbye!
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