[00:20.520]Your toothbrush still stands in the cup alone
[00:25.380]Bristles dry waiting for a hand that’ s gone home
[00:30.150]I squeeze the toothpaste habit’ s cruel mime
[00:34.680]Taste mint and memory mixed with time
[00:40.560]The towel on the rack holds your phantom scent
[00:45.630]A ghost of warmth that won’ t relent
[00:50.790]Neighbors’ laughter drifts through the wall
[00:55.710]A language of joy I can’ t recall
[01:02.790]The weight of goodbye is a silent stone
[01:07.020]Carried in pockets where your fingers once roamed
[01:11.820]It pulls at my steps it tattoos my skin
[01:16.710]A heavy reminder of what might have been
[01:21.390]If letting go is a river I’ m learning to wade
[01:26.670]But the current keeps pulling me back to our shade
[01:31.740]The weight of goodbye is a quiet crime
[01:39.150]Serving a sentence that doesn’ t know time
[01:45.870]I walk the bridge where we tossed our coins
[01:50.490]Wishes sank but the ritual still joins
[01:54.450]My hand in my pocket fingers wrapped around
[01:59.430]A pebble you found on forgotten ground
[02:04.350]The river below sleeps in cotton mist gray
[02:10.290]Dreams of flowing but flowing hides away
[02:13.410]Streetlights blink like tired sentinels of grief
[02:20.760]Guarding the silence where love seeks relief
[02:25.530]I speak to the wind but it won’ t reply
[02:30.210]It only carries your name then lets it slip by
[02:34.320]The weight of goodbye is a silent stone
[02:42.090]Carried in pockets where your fingers once roamed
[02:46.830]It pulls at my steps it tattoos my skin
[02:51.720]A heavy reminder of what might have been
[02:56.400]If letting go is a river I’ m learning to wade
[03:01.650]But the current keeps pulling me back to our shade
[03:06.750]The weight of goodbye is a quiet crime
[03:12.000]Serving a sentence that doesn’ t know time
[03:21.270]Maybe somewhere the clocks forget to tick
[03:26.280]And your lips still whisper promises thick
[03:30.600]But here the calendar keeps tearing days
[03:35.820]Turning forever into a fading phrase
[03:42.690]The weight of goodbye is a monument built
[03:46.590]From every apology that never found guilt
[03:51.870]It stands in my chest a cold obelisk
[03:57.420]Carving your shadow in morning’ s pale risk
[04:01.920]If mercy arrives let it chip at the base
[04:06.690]Let the marble crumble let memory erase
[04:11.820]Until then I’ m Atlas holding the sky
[04:16.890]The sky that you left the weight of goodbye
[04:24.390]Snow begins to fall quiet and slow
[04:29.490]Covering footprints only I know
[04:34.530]I close my eyes let the white descend
[04:39.330]The weight of goodbye that will never

Your toothbrush still stands in the cup alone
Bristles dry waiting for a hand that’ s gone home
I squeeze the toothpaste habit’ s cruel mime
Taste mint and memory mixed with time
The towel on the rack holds your phantom scent
A ghost of warmth that won’ t relent
Neighbors’ laughter drifts through the wall
A language of joy I can’ t recall
The weight of goodbye is a silent stone
Carried in pockets where your fingers once roamed
It pulls at my steps it tattoos my skin
A heavy reminder of what might have been
If letting go is a river I’ m learning to wade
But the current keeps pulling me back to our shade
The weight of goodbye is a quiet crime
Serving a sentence that doesn’ t know time
I walk the bridge where we tossed our coins
Wishes sank but the ritual still joins
My hand in my pocket fingers wrapped around
A pebble you found on forgotten ground
The river below sleeps in cotton mist gray
Dreams of flowing but flowing hides away
Streetlights blink like tired sentinels of grief
Guarding the silence where love seeks relief
I speak to the wind but it won’ t reply
It only carries your name then lets it slip by
The weight of goodbye is a silent stone
Carried in pockets where your fingers once roamed
It pulls at my steps it tattoos my skin
A heavy reminder of what might have been
If letting go is a river I’ m learning to wade
But the current keeps pulling me back to our shade
The weight of goodbye is a quiet crime
Serving a sentence that doesn’ t know time
Maybe somewhere the clocks forget to tick
And your lips still whisper promises thick
But here the calendar keeps tearing days
Turning forever into a fading phrase
The weight of goodbye is a monument built
From every apology that never found guilt
It stands in my chest a cold obelisk
Carving your shadow in morning’ s pale risk
If mercy arrives let it chip at the base
Let the marble crumble let memory erase
Until then I’ m Atlas holding the sky
The sky that you left the weight of goodbye
Snow begins to fall quiet and slow
Covering footprints only I know
I close my eyes let the white descend
The weight of goodbye that will never