With every goodbye another piece breaks-
Patched shell cracked and left in disrepair
looking for substance twisted in our reality
as I walk away from this long lost affair.
What’s left once we turn away?
Memories are not enough to feed the crave
so we learn to ignore the sullen call,
we learn to burn inside and find a way
to sooth the self-inflicted wounds.
Strange waking up to an empty bed,
stranger knowing it was empty all along
occupied by fantasies and ideas of you.
Now looking back I realized it was a dream
a foolish dream which in my loneliness fed
my need for love, but then I already knew
another goodbye and another piece breaks.