here comes goodbye,
here comes the last time,
here comes the start of every sleepless night,
the first of every tear I'm gonna cry.
here comes the pain,
here comes me wishing things had never changed,
and she was right here.
why does it have to go from good to gone?
before the lights turn on, and you're left alone.
all alone,
but here comes goodbye..
~ by Rascal Flatts
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