This Isn't Goodbye Forever
• Written by Wedgewood
/--- Intro / 0:02 ---/
It's funny
How certain memories stay with you
/--- 0:07 ---/
They become more vivid
They haunt you, a reoccurring nightmare that you just want to leave
/--- Verse 1 / 0:13 ---/
The last words she said to me was "this isn't goodbye forever"
Since that day I've wondered if those words were for me
Or if they were for her
She turned to the bus and walked away
She turned to the bus, I let her walk away
/--- 0:25 ---/
The bus drove away, not even a wave
I could feel the tsunami inside my eyes the emotion wave
But I suppressed it, like the bad boy I think I am
I'm in her city for the night might as well make the most of it
/--- 0:39 ---/
When I was with her in this city we'd make the worst of it
But there was a time where it was effortless
Top shelf affection
Mutual respect
Now if I ever saw you again I'd probably twist your neck
/--- 0:52 ---/
Jesus
All this time I thought it was her
Or at the very least it was the two of us
Now I'm standing in this puddle as the taxis drive by
Realizing this whole time it was my life
/--- Hook / 1:06 ---/
It wasn't her
It wasn't us
It was me, I can admit it
I'll become a stronger man because of it
/--- Bridge 1 / 1:19 ---/
Had a long honest conversation with myself
It lasted about 3 years
Most of it I wasn't listening
But once I did I started to hear the words
Her words
My mother's words
My brother's words
The man they call "God" himself
I myself
All around me
/--- Verse 2 / 1:32 ---/
Every where I look now I see the message written clearly
I only checked your Facebook twice, yearly
To make myself feel bad for the chump your with
You always talked about him to me, saying he was just a friend
/--- 1:45 ---/
There was a shine in your face when you would speak his name
And since I didn't change now it's with him that you lay
Al vida zein, it's peace that I make
And I'll summon the strength to not speak ill of your name
/--- 1:58 ---/
Like I said, I'm not focused on you
I'm not focused on them
Thank God one day, one way, I picked up a pen
Start writing my thoughts down, strictly for the therapy
/--- 2:11 ---/
My homies said I had a gift that I should do it regularly
I had a skill for observation, a knack for relating
A rib cage of empathy and a collar bone of formality
My shoulders are back, relaxed, and my chin is up
Starting every morning with a cup of tea and sit it ups
/--- Hook 2 / 2:24 ---/
It wasn't her
It wasn't us
It was me, I can admit it
I'll become a stronger man because of it
/--- Bridge 2 / 2:37 ---/
My own mind has left me in Hell
But now, I can see the future
I can see Heaven unveiling itself all around me
I've learned to smile again
I'm right here
For myself
And for those I love
And this is just the beginning
/--- Verse 3 / 2:51 ---/
/--- End / 3:17 ---/
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Wedgewood
Member since July 19 2014