It's Over:
Blow out your wind swept mind,
Your heart is a festival of times,
Come closer, if you don't decline,
You just don't know what you'll find.
I told you I loved you, but I lied,
Amongst other things I would say to you,
Just to keep you happy
I gave you a ring.
Thirteen years later you were standing at the door,
But I wouldn't open it like I did before.
Started sleeping in separate rooms,
Honey, this ain't love, this is war.
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