Stop baby, don't you dare chase,
you let go in order to love,
and with love comes pure grace.
And they say that the sound of goodbye,
is louder than the sound of any drumbeat.
But what defeats that sound,
is the sound of your beating heart.
As it beats in your chest,
just as you're about to part.
It's the feeling you have,
That's let's you know this is real.
The emotion that reminds you how to feel.
And as he's walking away,
back faced towards you,
The tears pour.
& in yourself you know the truth,
That this time he won't turn around with arms outstretched.
That he won't come back,
and relive the past.
