Good-bye

Rain Drops Falling, Lightning Striking The Sky.
Walking Around, Thinking About What I Could Have Done To Stop These Nightmares From Coming.

Its Never Been Good-Bye. Its Always Been Hello.
Help, Is A Word That Has Never Come to Use.

Walking Through The Pouring Rain, Wishing That I Was Just In A Bad Dream.
WAKE UP, WAKE UP Is All That I Scream. But I Realize, I Am Not In A Dream.

Music Is Blasting As I Am Walking, And All I Think Is Why Does This Good-Bye Seem Like Forever?