A warm summer day did I known

That you will come to show

From your blonde hair to your small tender lips

These are the things that I'll miss

My heart hammers each time you came

I began to wonder if things will always remain the same

But little did I know

That your love for me will not grow

Each day I repeat the words that you said

As my tears hit the bed

Thinking the "what ifs"

Praying that my life will be a bliss

Picking all the pieces and shatter

I have now know that this doesn't matter

As I begin to relive my life

The best way to move on from you is by saying "goodbye"