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]