You know what?
The hardest part isn't a goodbye
It's the silence that follows
Mornings without your shadow
The hard part isn't walking away
It's stopping myself from replaying the
if-I-could've-would've-beens
A ballad on repeat
The hard part isn't losing you
It's losing the version of me I left behind
But maybe the hardest part of all
Is that your ass thought this would be easy
The hard part isn't the ending
It's the echo of the beginning
The plans still hanging in mid-air
Woah, it's the fact
you don't give a fuck about losing me