When do we ever say we're over
With all the what if's and why
The sleepless nights
And the morning aches...
Is it the days you're okay,
Or is that just the thought of okay
But when that song is played,
Do you smile? or weakens you?
When was the last time you tell yourself "I'm done"
Was it done once? twice? thrice?
Or countless times?
When do we ever say we're over
Could it be forced?
Should it be now...
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
When do we ever say we're over
With all the what if's and why
The sleepless nights
And the morning aches...
Is it the days you're okay,
Or is that just the thought of okay
But when that song is played,
Do you smile? or weakens you?
When was the last time you tell yourself "I'm done"
Was it done once? twice? thrice?
Or countless times?
When do we ever say we're over
Could it be forced?
Should it be now...
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