Indeed, our charade is done,
And I know I should be gone.
I’m sorry I wasn’t aware
That you just didn’t care.
I’ve said many a goodbye,
Probably ‘cause I wanted this to die-
But I should no longer hold on
To you who resides in my head ‘til dawn.
Despite it all, I couldn’t get better
‘Cause all my goodbyes sounded like “See you later!”
I’d been fooling myself, but not today;
This too is another soon-to-be-yesterday.