“Goodbye.” That is all I can say to the life I dreamt of.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye.
Oh yes, there was once a “you and I,” and now what is left?
All that remains is a girl who looks back.
Before she gets to the years long gone, she realizes she threw it all away.
Just to be…just to be her own day.
The pointer of blame lands only on her.
No one can take what she has done.
She made it all a game,
Soon, she lost even her own name.
Why did she believe love was so easy?
Why did those thoughts ever enter her mind?
Life isn’t what you give to it.
If you take it for granted, there will only be misses, never a hit.
I am my own victim.
I am the one at fault.
I am the one who lost the chance at him and her.
I am the one who killed my all… that was. Murderer.
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