Hardest part of this.

The crowd is cheering.
Our eardrums pumping.
You sing your heart out.
We scream out lungs out.
A place to show that we're not okay.
But we're proud to be that way.
The guitars plays their tunes.
The drum goes by the beat.
The bass following close by.
Only one more thing,
Which is your voice putting it all together.
The stage is shaking.
Everyones jumping.
The last song,
its coming now.
We settle down and swing side to side.
You sit down and smile.
Everyone on stage is prepared to leave.
Just one more note to play and
your last words to us...

'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you