Versuri Armored Saint - Upon my departure
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 staïn
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