In the dead of goodbyes, I would have swallowed my pride.
I would have set the past aside. No hard feelings inside.
But you, couldn’t see what was true. Couldn’t feel me and you.
You were afraid of what we’d do. I was afraid of it too.
I could feel you grow. You let it show. You let me know.
But you had to go. Excuses I’ll never know. Cards you’ll never show.
No more wailing inside. I patched up my pride. Your bullshit won’t ride.
No more reasons to hide. I set that part of me aside. A lesson learned in stride.