It's Not Over...

It's Not Over...

I don't like to say goodbye,

but it happens sometimes,

people leave from my side,

to keep living their lives.

maybe it's me,

that I'm already here,

maybe it seems,

like I don't dissapear...

but I follow my dreams,

it's not over...

and that's what I mean,

I'm not older...

when I say goodbye,

a part of me dies,

people that were beside,

happines has a price...

but I'll keep looking for this,

I will be part of that,

I'll feel my feet,

over a new land...