Goodbyes, that are not supposed to, are painful.
So I did, indeed.
To leave with a sudden goodbye.
I am used to pain, I can tolerate,
until my soul is full.
Once, that fish made me look stupid, I have forgiven.
Twice, that fish made me incapable, I have forgiven.
Thrice, that fish shot me with a gun, I am done.
I am silencing my Sky, while paving the roads to a new.