I hate goodbyes

(Verse 1)

I get hurt ‘cause I get too close

Cling to people that don’t want me the most

I swear I see something that isn’t there

Like I matter to someone… like someone cares

I’m stupid as hell for believing that lie

Thinking I’m more than a passin’ by

I give ‘em my time, my trust, my breath

They give me distance… then nothing left

I watch ‘em leave with that fake-ass smile

Feed me empty words just to stay a while

“Keep your head up,” “you’ll be okay”

Same recycled shit as they walk away

(Pre-Chorus)

I should be numb, I should feel less

But every time it just digs in my chest

Like I never learned, like I don’t know pain

Like I still expect something to change

(Chorus)

I should be used to it, used to the rot

Used to being everything people forgot

But every time they leave, it cuts me clean

Like ripping out parts they’ve never seen

Why does it feel like I’m dying slow?

Every goodbye takes more than it shows

Piece by piece, I disappear

Til there’s nothing left but the hurt in here

(Verse 2)

I stay too long where I’m not wanted

Haunted by faces that left me haunted

I replay words that meant nothing at all

Tryna find meaning in the way that they fall

I pour myself out till there’s nothing inside

Then wonder why I feel hollow and dry

I give ‘em the parts I don’t even keep

Now I’m just bones with a heartbeat

(Pre-Chorus)

I tell myself, “don’t get attached”

But I still reach out, still relapse

Into needing someone to stay

Even knowing they’ll fade away

(Chorus)

I should be used to it, used to the rot

Used to being everything people forgot

But every time they leave, it cuts me clean

Like ripping out parts they’ve never seen

Why does it feel like I’m dying slow?

Every goodbye takes more than it shows

Piece by piece, I disappear

Til there’s nothing left but the hurt in here

(Bridge)

I’m always the one left in the dirt

Like I was never alive, never worth

Soon as I’m gone, they won’t even notice

Just another name that nobody holds

I rot in silence, I bleed in my head

Smile on my face while I’m already dead

If this is healing, I don’t want none

‘Cause every “better day” never comes

(Outro)

I should be used to it… yeah, I should know

But it still feels like a personal blow

Every time someone lets me go—

It proves what I am…

Disposable.