As the sun hides his head
For another nights rest
And the wind sings
His same old song
And you on the edge
Never close, never far
Always there when I needed a friend
Yet it's hard living life
On this memory-go-round
Always up, always down
Spinning 'round and 'round and 'round
And all this could be
Just a dream so it seems
I was never much good at goodbye
There once was a time
Never far from my mind
On the beach, on the 4th of July
I remember the sand
How you held out your hand
And we touched for what seemed a lifetime
Now it's hard
Leaving all this behind me now
Like a schoolboy so lost
Never found until now
And all this could be
Just a dream so it seems
I was never much good at goodbye
Yet it's hard
Living life on this memory-go-round
Always up, always down
Turning 'round and 'round and 'round
And all this could be
Just a dream so it seems
I was never much good at goodbye
And all this could be
Just a dream so it seems
I was never much good at goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye.
- - Ranger of the Night.
2 comments:
Uh ... what goes on here?
I committed suicide yesterday and was just saying goodbye. You have now logged into my personal Melancholy Maudlin Matrix. It is fully automated and programmed to be as difficult and surly as the former meatbag who used to blog here. Please feel free to browse and leave comments about what a waste and how could he and how much you'll miss him etc. etc. etc. You will be billed 99 cents for each additional comment so cry with care.
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