goodbye

Goodbye

The Kid LAROI’s “Goodbye” is a poignant, introspective ode that explores the fragility of life and the persistence of grief, anchored in the artist’s struggle to reconcile loss with the relentless passage of time. It is a sonic farewell that intertwines personal sorrow with universal themes of memory and mortality, offering a window into a deeply human confrontation with impermanence.

And that’s what life is about, truly finding yourself
And closing your eyes and dying in your sleep

I wanna say goodbye
But I can’t find a way to make it out alive
You know that I have tried
But I can’t find a way to make it out alive
So goodbye
So goodbye

So goodbye, it’s time to get high again
At the time, time with you is time well spent
On my mind and I can’t get you out, I swear
When you died, I think ’bout the time we shared
And I can’t help but cry, I swear I’ve asked God why?
So many goddamn times, I think it held on time
None of the cars I buy, I’m trying to fix what’s inside
But my regrets on me every night

And now I wanna say goodbye
But I can’t find a way to make it out alive
You know that I have tried
But I can’t find a way to make it out alive
So goodbye
So goodbye

Juice WRLD

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