so this is goodbye. the road is long and the name it calls is mine. ive flown north for the winter where i am drawing a circle with no center. so this is the end. theres a silence where my laughter should have been. theres no more time to spend. id like to think that im moving on, getting on with my life. but all i am is gone. so long. so long. why does it have to be for so long? in the morning the sun will shine on my strangers face, and the pain that his rays cannot erase. all thats left is this bitter, bitter taste; cause its you that new places cant replace. if i could find a way to fight the passing of these days then id hope youd see that its part of you but its all of me; and without you here theres no heaven in which to believe.
