Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Go… before it's far too late,
Before my heart turns into hate.
Don’t let your silence dig too deep,
Don’t be the reason that I weep.
Go on, smile through brighter days,
I’ll stay where laughter fades away.
So your dark eyes won’t feel the fall,
So my sadness won’t touch at all.
If my love feels like a chain,
Then break it free, walk through the rain.
Go where no footprints will remain,
Let me forget this aching pain.
No goodbyes, no need to write,
Just vanish gently into night.
Don’t think regret won’t come your way,
It finds us all someday.
My skin can take a thousand hits,
But pride won’t let me fall to bits.
Who else but me would dare to give
A rose garden where shadows live?
The flowers bloom for those who lie,
How many drank your charm dry?
Don’t speak a word, don’t turn around,
Just let me fade without a sound.
Let roses curse if they hold your name,
Let stars forget who they became.
Cut this thread so thin, so worn —
Each night it leaves me more forlorn.
My dreams grow darker when I sleep,
They whisper truths I cannot keep.
Before you turn to something grim,
Just go… and let the light grow dim.
Go… before it's far too late,
Before my heart turns into hate.
Don’t let your silence dig too deep,
Don’t be the reason that I weep.
Go on, smile through brighter days,
I’ll stay where laughter fades away.
So your dark eyes won’t feel the fall,
So my sadness won’t touch at all.
If my love feels like a chain,
Then break it free, walk through the rain.
Go where no footprints will remain,
Let me forget this aching pain.
No goodbyes, no need to write,
Just vanish gently into night.
Don’t think regret won’t come your way,
It finds us all someday.
My skin can take a thousand hits,
But pride won’t let me fall to bits.
Who else but me would dare to give
A rose garden where shadows live?
The flowers bloom for those who lie,
How many drank your charm dry?
Don’t speak a word, don’t turn around,
Just let me fade without a sound.
Let roses curse if they hold your name,
Let stars forget who they became.
Cut this thread so thin, so worn —
Each night it leaves me more forlorn.
My dreams grow darker when I sleep,
They whisper truths I cannot keep.
Before you turn to something grim,
Just go… and let the light grow dim.










