I was good at grand entrances.
You were good at grand exits.

I am at a loss for words to say,
so I sit and play my piano songs,
the wind blows cool and heavy
and I think of all my wrongs.

But I guess I'm far away
and you know I'm not coming back.
Really, it's quite okay
to gather your memories to pack.

I understand the pain you have
when I say I'll never cheat on him;
for one who loves like you,
I know it hurts to be a friend.

I will remember you fondly
and always play a song for you,
what a grand exit you made this time...
finally realizing we are through.