Some writing for you...
Oo...something that just came into my mind. I know, it suX0rz. [ In layman's terms, it sucks. ]
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Goodnight, sleep tight
No more tears
In the morning
I'll be here
And when we say goodnight
Dry your eyes
Because we said goodnight
And not goodbye
We said goodnight
And not goodbye
“No.”
I don’t want it to end this way. Not after everything we’ve been through. It doesn’t seem right, it doesn’t seem fair. Don’t turn around. Don’t walk out that door.
You turned around.
“Wait…don’t leave me here.”
It can’t end this way. Not after all the pain I’ve been through to make it this far.
- I thought it was worth it. I thought it was all worth it. -
It wasn’t. But what will come tomorrow? More pain?
More sadness?
More tears?
“Come back.”
But you won’t. For you, it’s over. You want to move on. Forget the past, all the bad, along with all the good. Don’t even think about accepting the flaws along with the perfections…even though it’s what I did for you.
You started to walk out.
So this is how it ends. Everything, everything…worthless. All those times we had together didn’t mean anything to you. All the times I helped you meant nothing. All the times you helped me you were just hoping it would make me leave.
“Tell me it’s a joke. Or a dream. I will wake up…”
This time it isn’t. This is real. You stopped, still in the doorway. What do you want now? Forgiveness? Another chance? Too late. You turned your back on me first. You chose to start walking away.
Tomorrow I will cry.
Tomorrow I will feel more pain.
Without turning around, you say that one word.
“Goodbye.”
Tomorrow I will be alone.
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-Flip out. Just hit a huge writing block.
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Goodnight, sleep tight
No more tears
In the morning
I'll be here
And when we say goodnight
Dry your eyes
Because we said goodnight
And not goodbye
We said goodnight
And not goodbye
“No.”
I don’t want it to end this way. Not after everything we’ve been through. It doesn’t seem right, it doesn’t seem fair. Don’t turn around. Don’t walk out that door.
You turned around.
“Wait…don’t leave me here.”
It can’t end this way. Not after all the pain I’ve been through to make it this far.
- I thought it was worth it. I thought it was all worth it. -
It wasn’t. But what will come tomorrow? More pain?
More sadness?
More tears?
“Come back.”
But you won’t. For you, it’s over. You want to move on. Forget the past, all the bad, along with all the good. Don’t even think about accepting the flaws along with the perfections…even though it’s what I did for you.
You started to walk out.
So this is how it ends. Everything, everything…worthless. All those times we had together didn’t mean anything to you. All the times I helped you meant nothing. All the times you helped me you were just hoping it would make me leave.
“Tell me it’s a joke. Or a dream. I will wake up…”
This time it isn’t. This is real. You stopped, still in the doorway. What do you want now? Forgiveness? Another chance? Too late. You turned your back on me first. You chose to start walking away.
Tomorrow I will cry.
Tomorrow I will feel more pain.
Without turning around, you say that one word.
“Goodbye.”
Tomorrow I will be alone.
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-Flip out. Just hit a huge writing block.