A Bad Good Bye
By Arron Smith



Few things in life,
Have made me feel.
Few things in life,
Have been so real.

When I think of you,
So far away,
It helps me so,
To think this way.

I look to the stars,
So late at night.
I make a wish,
And hold it tight.

The blackness so wide,
The sky, so vast.
Under a tree I hide,
From the events of the past.

We met long ago,
On a night like tonight.
Now tears deep inside,
Is what I must fight.

I know in my heart,
The love's all mine.
But I know you had it,
Once upon a time.

I wish against hope,
That you will find it again.
I wish against hope,
That this isn't the end.

I know deep inside,
This can never be.
Why can't you look back,
Just once and see?

You told me once,
This would never end.
Now that your gone,
We're not even friends.

I saw my self,
Once in your eyes.
From peasant to king,
You made me rise.

But under my tree,
Is no longer safe.
The past has found me,
And I must make haste.

Through empty streets I run,
No where to hide.
Through empty streets I run,
From a bad good bye.

Through the sound of my heart,
Nothing else can be heard.
The breaking of it,
Drownds out every word.

As I run in the dark,
I feel your good bye.
I stop in the park,
On a swing I cry.

In my eyes,
The tears start to swell.
In my heart?
Burns the pits of hell.

I start to head back,
Not moving too fast,
For my heart is too heavy,
From the events of the past.

Clouds roll in,
As I ponder my sorrow.
As I know I'll feel better,
The day after tomrow.

But now I can't think,
I can only cry.
For this one thing,
Heals a bad good bye.



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