FOOD FOR THE DEAD

Pain of (good)bye

I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried
Or cover the entire earth with blankets of failed tries
Countless times what I thought was truth became a lie
Everything is falling apart, and I'm sick of asking why
It gets so bad, to the point where I just want to die
But all of this is nothing compared to the pain of goodbye
What's the point of believing if you could never fly
I'm a bird with clipped wings, a well that has run dry
I'm an undone knot with ends too loose to tie
But still, nothing compares to the endless pain of goodbye