/ / / I said goodbye to me I looked in the mirror / / Then I began to cr-y-y. / / I’ll leave my things behind for all to see / / / and hope that she will understand why. / / Ending the game is like changing the name of your favorite song. / Step out of rhyme for the very first time and the song is gone. There’s nothing left to say I’ll pack up my memories then I’ll walk away. I hope I’m doing right but by tonight the horse and coach will be on his way. Verse 1 by: José Duarte [email protected]