It's a very sad subject, that of goodbye.
You wave your hand, I start to cry.
You're so uncaring , though you say you're not.
You do your thing, you say goodbye without thought.
You hurt me bad, so bad you don't know .
I love you so much, you hurt me so.

You tell me you love me, you tell me you care.
Then you do it again, it's just not fair.
So next time you want me, to stay all night.
You'd better remember, not to start a fight.
Because , if you make me start to cry.
You'd best wave your hand, and say goodbye.

Copyright February 27, 1986

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