It stings like a bee,
deep inside of me -
knowing it will never be...
It cuts like a knife,
I must do what's right -
I've nothing to fight...
I will just walk away,
on this dreary sad day -
no matter what I say...
There's no message
in those eyes -
I must let that dream die...
I stare up
towards the sky -
while I let myself cry...
as I wave to you goodbye.
