Over This
I should be over this,
Over the torment of thinking of you,
And the torture of all the unknowns.
I should be over this,
Alone in the dark with deafening thoughts,
Of you and me and all that was.
I should be over this,
Fettered to the past of confliction,
Where you and I once were.
I should be over this,
Hopelessly frozen in time,
To relive all that went wrong.
I should be over this.
I should be over this.
I should be over this.




