I hate good byes, even more so regarding awful byes.
But that’s what you said.
And I’m learning to respect your decision.
I’d wish for you to say, “see you” instead.
I might just have rescued myself there and then.
Breaking the chains and let go, let loose.
Breathing in freedom or whatever may come my way.
Locking up my past and bury them deep down, way under.
Running and throwing those keys away to neverland.
With that, I sang of true love for the last time.
This. Because I know where I stand.