goodbye, a bad way to start a line
trying to describe the clutter in my mind
and it fits me say's the bottle of red wine
goodbye i felt it before she uttered a word
a love that died i read that a lot
i saw a movie about that once
in the end somebody died
same as my love life goodbye to that
can't move on still tied to her song
a few sweet lines i start to whisper
while all other things starts to dissappear
only her song makes my head clear
nothing better to do
after throwing away i love yous
a few nights of silly conversations
only adds to bad relations
