It's the hardest part of the day,
Saying good bye to you,
Over and over again,
Saying good bye to you.
I know you're busy, baby,
Doing the things you do,
But it's so very hard,
Saying good bye to you.
Sometimes I read your love letters,
Think of good times from the past,
Clear that what your letters said,
Was never meant to last.
I know when you love to much,
It can blow up in your face,
I waste the day in regret,
With a handful of faded lace.
I still hear those love songs,
That we used to play,
And it's still breaking my heart,
Watching you walk away.
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