Song Description
This soaring soprano rendition of "I'm Not Good at Goodbyes" captures the vulnerability of heartbreak with the grace of a Broadway ballad. Performed with emotional intensity and stunning vocal control, it's a song that could easily belong in the hands of Kristin Chenoweth or any stage-trained powerhouse. With sweeping melodies and raw lyrical depth, it delivers a poignant goodbye wrapped in elegance and ache.
Song Length |
3:25 |
Genre |
Pop - General, Pop - Easy Listening |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Heartbreaking, Miserable |
Subject |
Heartbreak |
Similar Artists |
Kristin Chenoweth |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
In this quiet room, where echoes speak too soon,
I'm standing at the crossroads of Heartbreak Avenue.
Every picture frame still whispers your name,
In a house of memories, where I'm lost without a clue.
[Pre-Chorus]
The clock ticks away, but time stands still,
In the silence of my will,
Every second's a reminder I'm learning to survive,
In a world where I'm not good at goodbyes.
[Chorus]
I'm not good at goodbyes, can't see through these eyes,
Blurred by the tears, drowned in the lies.
The truth cuts deep, like a knife in the skies,
Oh, I'm not good, not good at goodbyes.
[Verse 2]
There's an empty chair at the table where,
We used to share our dreams in the candle's gentle flare.
Now I dine alone, with your shadow on the stone,
In the whispers of the night, I can hear your silent moan.
[Pre-Chorus]
The stars above, they've lost their shine,
In my world, that once was thine.
Every constellation, a story of our time,
In a universe where I'm not good at goodbyes.
[Chorus]
I'm not good at goodbyes, under these open skies,
Lost in the echoes of our last reprise.
The words unspoken, the truth in your eyes,
Oh, I'm not good, not good at goodbyes.
[Bridge]
Maybe in another life, we'll get it right,
Under a different light, we'll hold on tight.
But for now, on this night, I have to fight,
The truth in my heart is that nothing's black and white.
[Final Chorus]
I'm not good at goodbyes; it's the end of our ties.
Walking away, with no reprise.
In this silent scream, my heart still flies,
But I'm not good, no, I'm not good at goodbyes.