Goodnight.

The sun rises then setting. Coloring the blue sky amber

Wishing for it to be stronger to make this blue heart brighter

Walking down avenue lane mimicking the steps that you took 

Those steps that that never once looked back or hesitate

Damn, I must be mental, as who tests the sharpness of their own needles

But I know

what hurts the most wasn't you missing but me missing

it wasn't the emptiness that strangles the air out of me

but the wholesome memories that snatches the breathe 

Nothing present in tense , to everyone but me this made sense 

Life commanding me to accept the good in the goodbye

Yet all I see is the greatness in a rare valuable good night.

You said you were sick of us, tired of the hands that was holding you back

I'm say I'm sick of me, the useless me waiting for the interlocking to be back

You already begin seeking for that worthy man to sweep you off your feet

I have been wishing for the day that living doesn't mean dragging my feet

You and the last polite apologizes for burning away our possible reality

I too have to apologizes for fooling my heart in thinking of beating reality

You'll sing the new tunes but I'm stuck singing our blues.

Lyrics that reads

what hurts the most wasn't you missing but me missing

it wasn't the emptiness that strangles the air out of me

but the wholesome memories that snatches the breathe 

Nothing present in tense , to everyone but me this made sense 

Life commanding me to accept the good in the goodbye

Yet all I see is the greatness in a rare valuable good night.

So this time is for real. My last song of remedy and reminiscing for you.

As the evil side has won, and now I wish to see regret as your final bow.

That fatal blow that makes me smirk when I see you and sorry on your face

With that, this time I'm be the one saying nothing and turning to walk away

So even if 

what hurts the most wasn't you missing but me missing

it wasn't the emptiness that strangles the air out of me

but the wholesome memories that snatches the breathe 

Nothing present in tense this stubborn heart has come to its sense 

Life enlightening me about the good in the goodbye

Cause all I see is the greatness in finding closure with goodnight.