when the final bell is rung and the game s declared over we speak the words goodbye and i know it s forever an empty pit inside my chest was more than a small clue no you ll never see me again something i gotta get used to but you left much behind some peace and vital signs food for a busy mind and souvenirs to hold tight just a passenger on your jetliner crashing to the ground but the impact doesn t make a sound well a lesson to be learned from your departure funny thing but when you went away i lost part of my cure and now i m searching hard underneath every card hoping with best regards you ll bail me out of this dream state oh but what i feel unfortunately is real feeling the sting of pain not a damn thing can erase the stain