The Pain Of Goodbye

I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried

Or cover the entire earth with blankets of failed tries.

Countless times what I thought was truth became a lie.

Everything is falling apart, and I'm sick of asking why.

It gets so bad, to the point where I just want to die,

But all of this is nothing compared to the pain of goodbye.

What's the point of believing if you could never fly?

I'm a bird with clipped wings, a well that has run dry,

I'm an undone knot with ends too loose to tie,

But still, nothing compares to the endless pain of goodbye.

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