It's quiet now, the words fall slow, Across the room, our shadows know. "I think we need to talk," you say, My heart sinks, eyes look away.
Can we just pause, pretend, This isn't where our story ends? Your hand in mine feels cold, As the silence starts to fold.
Why do goodbyes hurt so bad? Why does love slip through our grasp? Here in the echo of our laughter, Lies the pain we'll carry after.
Every promise, now a whisper, Each memory, a fading picture. "You know I'll always care," you speak, Words so strong, but voice so weak.
Can I just hold you, one more time, Feel your heartbeat close to mine? This isn't how we're meant to break, But we're at a crossroad, make no mistake.
Why do goodbyes hurt so bad? Why does love slip through our grasp? Here in the echo of our laughter, Lies the pain we'll carry after.
Is there a way, to go back, start anew? To rewrite the scenes, fix what we once knew? But deep down, the truth whispers clear, It's time to let go, despite the fear.
So we stand here, under the fading light, Holding onto love, with our remaining might. "Goodbye" is not what I want to say, But love, sometimes, finds its own way.