these eyes
theyre not ready for sad goodbyes
tearful farewells
they're not ready for that hell
these hands
they're not ready to wave that wave
elbow elbow, wrist wrist
fake a smile, clench a fist
its not goodbye
if I sleep through it
I won't pack my bags
its not goodbye
I just have to live through it
I'll be back at year's end
and will I have a place?
no car with which to move
no worth I've yet to prove.
this is the end
and the beginning
and so many things
but it doesn't begin
until I pack
but it feels too final
and I can't turn back
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