Bournemouth nr 40: Goodbye
No
This is wrong.
It's not right.
I don't want to go.
I don't want to leave you.
I don't want to leave it,
deceive it.
I guess I didn't expect to feel.
I didn't expect I'd be sad for real.
I'm holding on to the ones I can't get.
Holding on,
on the very last step.
Holding on,
on the very last step.
Goodbye Bournemouth.
Thank you for every single thing.
Thanks for the hard times,
but more importantly for the good.
The way that I feel is
the way that I should.
