Lita zipped her carry-all closed for the final time that night. It was over. It was all over.

She was leaving the WWE.

Everydays the same
I feel them merge
I try to separate
Resist the urge
But they tell me
Ill be fine

The feeling hadn't hit her yet, she was still numb. Nothing. No fear, no hurt, no pain. There was no sadness coursing through her veins, nor happiness. She could hear the fans booing her and laughing at what Cryme Tyme had done. That was the time where she zoned out, straining her ears to hear the loyal fans chanting "Thank you Lita", letting the sound fill her, make her smile internally.


That it will all get better
Just try to write it down
Or put it in a letter
But the words wont play
And theres no
Easy way to say
Goodbye, goodbye

She had looked through the ropes… eyes strolling up the ramp to the back, knowing that her best friend Adam would be waiting for her. There was no wave to the crowd, no finger to the haters, no emotion. She had done nothing, except let the tears fall down her face, wetting her shirt.


Keep my head on straight
And don't look down
With all I've pushed away
I'm losing ground
But they tell me
Ill be fine
That it will all get better
Just try to write it down
Or put it in a letter

She had sat in the center of the ring, filling her mind of the encouraging words that Adam had told her before her mind. He had told her that even though most of the crowd had pushed her away, she could still keep her head high and keep the shred of dignity that she had left.


But the words wont play
And there's no
Easy way to say
Goodbye, goodbye

And from the sidelines
Watch me fall down

She turned, her eyes training on her mother, one of the people who had still cared. She was there when ever the redhead needed her, comforting her when she cried, laughed when she pulled stupid pranks alongside Jeff Hardy to the rest of the locker room. Lita almost smiled at the memory, shaking her head of those thoughts and shooting an "I'm-ok" look to the older woman, before turning on her heel and marching through ropes.

For the last time.

And I dont understand
The things I do
But Ill probably be fine
As long as I keep moving
Ill try to write it down
So things just keep improving

Counting silently in head in English, then in Spanish, Lita marched up the ramp determinedly. This was not the end of Amy "Lita" Dumas, the original Queen of Extreme. She would make sure of it.


Still the words wont play
cause theres no
Easy way to say
Goodbye, goodbye

Stopping at the top of the ramp and turning back to the crowd, locating the small mass of people holding Lita signs, she gave them her trademark rocker sign… for the last time.

"Goodbye