Goodbye

I've got this guilt but I'm still tryna survive

But can't produce my best if money is my drive

Became an ex so I think I've lost my bride

Remember when we fell in love and now we're saying goodbye

Now I've got depression telling me to hurry up and

Problems piling up now I'm asking all these whys

I guess love failed

You can only do your best, in the end at least I tried

Never been the type you could take for a joke

You were fake and you know, cos deep down you never stuck to what you told

Instead led along all the way to the death

It's the way that you sold me a dream