Now I'm packing up my things,
From the space where our hearts overlapped.
You've left a few items
I know that you'll be back.
I'm not going to be there
You can have my key,
I'm leaving this place
And not looking back behind me.
Goodbye to the heartache,
The pictures torn off the wall
Goodbye to those hope and dreams,
That never meant anything at all.
There's tack marks, and scratches
The walls are all bruised
There's tears on the floor
Echoes of 'I love you'.
I'm leaving with grace,
As I walk out the door
You tore up my heart,
I can't stay here anymore.
This place used to hold laughter,
Kisses, promises, and light
And then you walked out
You didn't even put up a fight
This place was special,
That's why I stayed for so long
You didn't lock the door when you walked out
You're going to realize you were wrong.
Because when you come back,
Which I know that you will
It will be dark, with only your belongings left behind
The ones that you left, because you couldn't bear to leave
There's nothing left of me there- I've taken what's mine.
But you will know,
That it's too late
Because all that's left are the bruised walls
And empty photo frames, my tears have dried
I'm not coming back.
Consider this goodbye.