Niecy Nash’s Narration

You know what? The hardest part isn't a goodbye It's the silence that follows Mornings without your shadow The hard part isn't walking away It's stopping myself from replaying the if-I-could've-would've-beens A ballad on repeat The hard part isn't losing you It's losing the version of me I left behind But maybe the hardest part of all Is that your ass thought this would be easy The hard part isn't the ending It's the echo of the beginning The plans still hanging in mid-air Woah, it's the fact you don't give a fuck about losing me