So is this goodbye, that is still yet to know
It's now up to you, on where all of this will go
I have no say, well, at least not anymore
I don't know if I can hold on, just like before
I keep waiting and waiting, for you to reply
So much of me wants to let go, and say goodbye
I keep waiting and waiting, and it just hurts me deeper
I see that you're happy, and may that last forever
So why not tell me that this is the end
Don't I deserve at least that, my, "friend"
So why not tell me, so I can be free
So I can let go, and try to be happy
Because your word is the last thing holding me here
Your word is what I'm waiting for dear
The last string of hope that I'm holding on to
Is the reply that I'm waiting to be given by you