My turn to say goodbye..

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Two Friends
My turn to say goodbye..
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Detached and hopeless lying on the ground,
no one seems to care so I don’t make a sound.
Silently crying the world turns away,
I called for help but my soul died today.
I walk through the halls crying and wishing for love,
I opened my arms and I was turned away,
I don’t understand why people are this way,
The world is so ruthless, so cold, so unfeeling,
I tried to stop but it all seemed so unbearable.
So I turned my back and the world turned theirs,
I sit and cry and no matter how hard I seem to try,
All I really want to do is to die.
Now is my turn to say goodbye..

I Didn’t Get to Say Goodbye

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Paige Jacobs
I Didn’t Get to Say Goodbye
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I didn’t even get to say GOODBYE
Why did you have to go?
I hope you’re happy wherever you are
I will always love you so.

I’d try to copy eveything you did,
you were always so good.
I looked up to you every day,
I’d be you if I could.

I remember we’d play the same old game,
I’d always try to cheat.
You’d always sit in the same old seat,
I’d always try to take your place.

You meant the world to me and my mom,
we’ll love you forever.
I remember we’d always watch the same old film,
Fried green tomatos.
You meant to my mom the most,
she was ever so strong.
She had to be tough for the whole family,
your leaving us was wrong.

I didn’t even get to say goodbye,
why did you have to go?
I hope you’re happy
wherever you are.

I smile at you as you wave goodbye

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Vanessa Burke
I smile at you as you wave goodbye
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I smile at you as you wave goodbye
Hiding my fears, careful not to cry
How could I let you go like this
knowing that we had that kiss
Your supposed to be just a friend
I know why this had to end
Somehow I wish that you could stay
But we have to go a separate way
Why did you have to be engaged
as we parted I felt raged.
Do you really have to go back
back to that thing, I call the yack
Couldn’t you just stay with me
but to you I know there would always be 3
We knew each other for just a week
In that time I could hardly speak
You know I had the time of my life
Why couldn’t I be your wife?
All of this is wishful thinking
I think I will go back to drinking
off you go, on that train
I wonder if I will ever see you again