Flight

The first week - the first sign
when you looked at me, it was different
and at that moment, it made me wonder
just how far the gap's opening wide

Second week - I made a joke
I said some things; I was myself
You looked at me; you hardly spoke
But why did I feel all icy inside

Second day - You had to leave
I said some words, I left as well
The next day's coming; I'll take a flight
Will you notice i'm gone?
No, you can hardly tell.

The first week - the first sign
And you're caught up everyday
And even as the days pass by
You're still on my lonely mind

and you said
'I know that this will hurt;
but if I don't break your heart
then things will just get worse'

'If the burden seems too much to bear,
remember,
the end will justify the pain it took to get us there'

you said 'I know that this will hurt...'