'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood

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Sorry may be the hardest word to say.
Honorificabilitudinitatibus may be the longest word Shakespeare has coined.
Silence may be the most ironic word to utter.

But tonight, and perhaps the many other nights to follow, goodbye is the one word that promises to haunt me with as much certainty as it's mention. Two syllables, punctuated with an undecided reservation, almost instantly caved in to my qualms. I have suffered long and hard, every other misgiving on your part sealed between my lips, tightly shut. Yet, goodbye, as much as I wished, didn't stop the pain. The hurt still very much hurts; the wishful thinking sojourned on the brink of naivety.

My heart is still manifestly vacant, the chilly nights has barely begun to miss your warm embrace.

My lips, dehydrated beneath the pale withered cracks, continues to pine for a pair as moist as yours.

But tonight, along with the terrifyingly lonely nights to come; in volumes so indescribable and immense, goodbye.

~

And I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call
You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all
But you taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you
This is what I have to do