ID Like To Say Goodbye

I'd like to say goodbye

You can't really say good-bye to those kinds of things

You carry them with you wherever you go

Likes ducks in the snow that quack as they go

The Wind blows back discarded trash

I'd like to say goodbye

I feel that I must say goodbye to everyone

Though I love them so

I love them all

I feel that if I said goodbye to them

I could say goodbye to a me I do not like

A horrible, nasty me which I despise

I'd like to say goodbye

I feel I must say goodbye to dreams

Empty and hollow though charming maybe

I feel that I must say goodbye to things

Maybe I could just sneak out the back door and say see you later

And never come back again

You can't really say good-bye to those kinds of things

You carry them with you wherever you go

Likes ducks in the snow that quack as they go

The wind blows back discarded trash

I'd like to say goodbye