(Final Chorus)
Remember when your hand slipped into mine,
Two fools who thought we’d beat the clock?
We stitched our dreams like patchwork quilts,
Believed they’d never fray or slip.
I held them close through endless nights,
Through wounds that neither of us could hide.
But love don’t always win the war—
Sometimes it just learns to let go.
Goodbye to the dreams that held us tight,
Goodbye to the battles fought through night.
Two worlds, two paths, the wound won’t close,
But every ending lets the dead rest easy.
I keep your shape in rooms you’ve left,
An note ringing in my chest.
All that potential—what was it for?
Some wounds don’t heal no matter how long,
Some roads just split, and that’s the truth.
So take your half, I’ll keep my part,
These broken pieces left in the dark.
And if I miss you in the quiet spaces,
That’s the price we pay for all the wasted years.
One last look at what we almost made,
One last breath before I step into the dark.
The rift won’t mend, the wound won’t close,
But every ending lets the dead rest easy.