Goodbye I devote all my time
helping you discover the truth
Since I knew saying good-bye
was going to make me suffer more
Because I knew it would be the final word
I’d ever heard you say,
“Goodbye”
Now, it is the last word on the last page.
Of the final chapter of our story
My poor conscience screaming thought in my head
Of you just the night before
The same word over and over
“Goodbye”
“Goodbye”
“Goodbye”
The exact words I hoped you’d never say.
But somehow you said it
Even though you said you’d never leave me
You did that to
But now I’m starting to think about the past
But I’m also hoping that the future would be the same
Just you and me
No more “goodbyes”
But that’s only a dream
That I play on repeat in my head
Where we would be smiling and laughing
like we did so many numerous times
But I was just hoping
I was hoping the past would change
And you would say you're sorry
And that wouldn’t be the last goodbye
I’d ever hear you say
But we're not living in a fairy tale
But as I lay awake at night
I continue to lie to myself, hoping that it's all fake
that you didn’t say “goodbye” just that night before
But I know you did
And now I feel so empty inside
Because this room is growing so incredibly cold.
But as I started to come out of that state of being
I realized I should have said
“goodbye” way before you

Read the two excerpts from act 4, scene 3, and act 5, scene 5, of julius caesar. cassius. ha! portia? brutus. she is dead. cassius. how scaped i killing when i crossed you so? o insupportable and touching loss! upon what sickness? brutus. impatient of my absence, and grief that young octavius with mark antony have made themselves so strong—for with her death that tidings came. with this, she fell distraught, and, her attendants absent, swallowed fire. brutus. why this, volumnius. the ghost of caesar hath appeared to me two several times by night—at sardis once, and this last night, here in philippi fields. i know my hour is come. volumnius. not so, my lord. brutus. nay, i am sure it is, volumnius. thou seest the world, volumnius, how it goes. our enemies have beat us to the pit, [low alarums] it is more worthy to leap in ourselves than tarry till they push us. good volumnius, thou know’st that we two went to school together. even for that, our love of old, i prithee, hold thou my sword hilts, whilst i run on it. . so fare you well at once, for brutus’ tongue hath almost ended his life’s history. night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, that have but laboured to attain this hour. . i prithee, strato, stay thou by thy lord. thou art a fellow of a good respect. thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it. hold then my sword, and turn away thy face while i do run upon it. wilt thou, strato? which statement best compares brutus’s remarks at the death of his wife, portia, to his words before his own death? brutus shows more sadness for portia’s death than he does for his own. brutus is more philosophical about his own death than he is about portia’s. brutus uses more imagery when speaking about portia’s death than about his own. brutus reacts more matter-of-factly about his own death than he does about portia’s.

Grammar: sequence of verp tenses quiz active the is used for an event that has been completed before the present moment in time. simple past past perfect perfect progressive past perfect progressive

Timed. from kate chopin the awakening despite the opinions of seemingly everyone else, madame lebrun likes which of her sons better