This time me standing outside
smiling, waving goodbye
Not sitting there by your side
Holding hand there beside
This time I walked away
Couldn't handle the pain
Seeing leaving the train
Felt the scratching deep pain
Every word - every though
Has its own Overwrought
When you know how you hate
Feeling everything's late
Hate yourself for the pain
For the cold and the lane
For the lane where you're at
Still so much could have said
Slowly foot steps - away
This is high price to pay
Feels so heavy to try
Not to look back in time
Where the memories fly
And the heart's there to cry
This is so hard to try
Bitter pain of goodbye