We danced on the precipice, with fate so intertwined,
The first time the silence spoke, it cut me deep inside,
A void where laughter used to be, now there’s nowhere to hide.
Every corner of this room echoes your last plea,
The first time I felt the pain was all that’s left of me.
Tell me about the first time you felt the cold of goodbye,
When the warmth of your love turned to tears in my eye.
The first time I realized, there’s no turning back the clock,
In the shadows of our past, I’m left to slowly rot.
The first time memories haunted, every night a cruel game,
Pictures and moments of us, now only a bitter flame.
I hear your whispers in the wind, your laugh in the pouring rain,
The first time I felt the fear, was it all just in vain?
Tell me about the first time you felt the cold of goodbye,
When the warmth of your love turned to tears in my eye.
The first time I realized, there’s no turning back the clock,
In the shadows of our past, I’m left to slowly rot.
In every bitter note, in every mournful sigh,
The first time I faced the truth was when you said goodbye.
And now I’m drowning in the depths of what we used to be,
The first time I felt the loss, was the last time I saw you leave.
The first time I woke up alone, with sheets still cold and damp,
The first time I saw your empty chair, was like a burning lamp.
The first time I reached for your hand, and found nothing but air,
The first time I knew I was lost, was the first time you weren’t there.
Tell me about the first time you felt the cold of goodbye,
When the warmth of your love turned to tears in my eye.
The first time I realized, there’s no turning back the clock,
In the shadows of our past, I’m left to slowly rot.
The first time, the last time, all the times in between,
I’ll never forget the day you left, the day my world turned mean.
But even in the darkness, I’ll find a way to rise,
Because the first time I fell, was also the first time I learned to fly.
Song 2: “Cat’s Out of the Bag”
Cat’s Out of the Bag