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letra de goodbye (ftv version) - ben g. torrisi

[intro]
(…and sorry for the inconveniences.)

[section 1]
i’m tired of all the heartbreak
it happens every single f-ckin day
and i have to write a whole d-mn song just to say
anything to you all (somebody save me!)
over the summer, i really thought i would change
i got change, thought i could buy a nice home on the range
but then i found out that all my change was fake
three months of hard work, and then you stole it from me!
is this the shot i worked for all summer long?
yes, i know i still have to make that letting-go song
the moment i saw you, it put bullet holes in my heart
and i know anybody who feels the same will sing along when i sing

[interlude]
“don’t forget about me
even though i know you want to forget and be happy”

[section 2]
ben, stop napping
so yeah, this is what i laid eight dollars to see
other people notice it too, so i know that it ain’t just me
used to think to your benefit, now i just think me
but you’re always on my mind; can you stay out, let me get sleep?
a lot of my problems seem to spring up from you
so if i wash the slate clean, will i finally get a clue
what it means to be human? dopamine might have good uses
but i don’t know sh-t, i’m clueless, you’re the only one who can get me through this
but you refuse; it would hurt less
for you to slap my hands away from your dress
i’m not dead, but i’m almost there; i’m in check
i can see ahead, yeah, my pride dies next
but you tell me what happens next
will i make it to the end intact?
or will i just fall again
into yet another f-ckin’ trap?
i don’t even know who lays these things
but i know for a fact that it ain’t me
‘cause there’s nothing at all that i could’ve done about it
‘cept talk to you like i was supposed to do
eh, i doubt it
[section 3]
but really, though, can you help me?
my heart ain’t steely; no, it’s melting
it’s been like this since second grade
but even still, i never knew that it would end this way
i told myself i’d fight to the end
and judging from what i’m seein’, i guess this is it
i am proud to have been your friend
though i was never able to talk like i should’ve
i should have communicated more
though there was no way i was ever gonna win this out
that one time in sixth grade when you did wonder
i should’ve opened the door instead of shuttin’ you out
but i need to fix the present and stop livin’ in the past
so on behalf of both of us, i hope these words aren’t my last
it’s hard for me to write anything close to my core
but at this point, i’m done askin’ why i’m still on the floor

[outro]
(i hope to speak to you again soon. bye.)

- ben g torrisi

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