it starts with goodbye.

i hung up the phone and it fell out of my hand,
but i knew i had to do it and he wouldn't understand.
so hard to see myself without him,
i felt a piece of my heart break
but when you're standing at a crossroad
there's a choice you gotta make;

i guess it's gonna have to hurt,
i guess i'm gonna have to cry
and let go of some things i've loved to get to the other side
i guess it's gonna break me down, like falling when you have to fly
it's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life
starts with goodbye.