Treasure Island

wendi Collier

(3-23-93)

This is My Goodbye =(


Im sry for all the pain IV caused
Im sry I wasn’t good enough
There’s someone out there u were meant to be with
And its not me. I love you to pieces
But it will never work out between us

So im gona let u go
Baby u just dnt no wat I’m going through
I dnt wanna hurt u no more so im saying goodbye
Baby this is …
This is my goodbye

U say u love me and I love u to
But this is the end of me and u
I cant do it no more
That’s it were done were through
Baby this is it
So im saying goodbye to u

So im gona let u go
Baby u just dnt no wat I’m going through
I dnt wanna hurt u no more so im saying goodbye
Baby this is …
This is my goodbye

Submitted: Wednesday, April 07, 2010

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