You were there during my tough times,

but wanna bout my toughest time?

I guess it's all done because of the goodbye.

The one you hate the most is the one I stand by.

I slowly bleed,

but you never reached out to me.

I guess you thought, forget Marie.

I called you my brother, 

and now you're just another.

Wish I could go back in time,

but would I be able to survive?

Now there's a divide,

between you and I?

You left me to die,

but instead I say my goodbye.