I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road
And it's not like her to drive that slow, nothing's on the radio
Footsteps on the front porch, I hear my doorbell
She usually comes right in, now I can tell
Here comes goodbye
Here comes the last time
Here comes the start of...
It will be goodbye for many things. It's goodbye to a roof over my head, it's goodbye to a man that I loved, it's goodbye to my two kids, to my faithful dog, Buddy.For what ever painful reason I have to go through this I see goodbye to me. All that I once was is gone. Kicked out...
I want to make a decision of never coming back home.
I don't really do much here.
Plus I don't belong here.
I know that my younger brother is the only one that I love from the whole family.
I am not coming back fro spring break or summer because of summer school.
And if I do...