“I’m over it,”
I say through tears
Months pass bit by bit
Probably going to be years

My words betray me
I don’t say how I feel
Is this some ****** up daydream?
Is this even real?

“I’m over it,”
My heart’s not committed
My room is barely lit
Sobbing over words I submitted

If being melancholic
Was a sort of drink or mix
Then by God I’m an alcoholic
Bartender, show me your tricks

“I’m over it,”
I repeat in the mirror
I’m stuck in a pit
And you can’t make it clearer

You told me I would
Get over this cliff
Honestly I wish I could
But I keep wondering, “what if”