Irish Goodbye

I, try to find the reasons why I cant Believe you when you say goodbye. Even when the concept of a lie, Sounds innocent out of your mouth. Cry, until you find a tear that will defy The unwillingness behind your eyes. As your intuition just backfired, The indifference has make you blind. And I, I will hold this mystery Even when I'm shaking I, I will froze the stain of time And leave a silent presence. I, I will hold my state of mind Even though I'm certain That you think I can't... ...Cheer to a last goodbye. Now, fighting with the theory of a bound, Your aftermath is catching ground. Coming throw the edges of your frown, Your sweat reveals you are cracking down. Crouch, as you tip around your paper crown, The Queen can't even face the clown. The kingdom of the weary leads the sound, As the jester entertains the crowd. And I, I will hold this mystery Even when I'm shaking I, I will froze the stain of time And leave a silent presence I, I will hold my state of mind Even though I'm certain That you think I can't... ...Cheer to a last goodbye.