It's the beginning of the end

Several hours or several weeks,

I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak!

Do me a favor, and brake my nose.

Do me a favor, tell me to go away.

She walked away, well her shoes were untied.

And the eyes were all red, you could see that we'd cried.

And I watched and I waited,

'till she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.

It's all too heavy to hold...