The End

My hand ache form holding us apart
But the thought of getting closer gives me the will
I see our destruction everywhere
In every lie, every tear, every pill
And I wonder if you see it too
Because you kept pushing to stay
But we’ve lost something on this journey
We’ll never be okay
And I hate thinking because
Thinking kills the lies
I know you want this too
To give up before all of what we have dies
I don’t feel the way I did before
I think you want have any trouble either
I know I’m not the one
And I don’t want to be there when you find her
So thank you for the good times
Maybe even the bad ones that made us cry
I guess the point of all of this
Was to end it without saying goodbye