No more Texts. No more Calls. No more You. No point waiting. No more Wasting. You're gone. We're gone. I'm gone. All of us are gone. And nothing happens. And everyone's suffocating from the stillness. So is this really Goodbye? Or is it just the beginning of something even bigger? If this really is Goodbye, am I suppose to Let Go? But why is letting go such a hard thing to do?