Somewhere there’s a star we can reach.
Lost in the echo or somewhere in between.
Caught in the madness of another day gone bad.
Is this all we ever had?
The smoke is always happy, so it seems.
Lifts from my eyes and into a dream.
Circles in a time that passed me by.
I don’t want to say goodbye.
Goodbye.
Footnote in your bio, I’ve become.
Pages of discovery, I can be someone.
I say you need me but it’s a lie.
I don’t want to say goodbye.
Goodbye.