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Heartsick
"It's Over"
Two words that hit so hard
But never with greater force
Than when you say it to yourself
"What a cunning way to condescend
Once my lover, now my friend"
Nailed it, she did
How to feel
What to think
Two words keep coming back
Interrupt all thought
And hue of emotion
Of which you'll get
All the blues and violets and reds
One man can stand
Mostly blues.
Yeah so maybe you get 'closure'
But the kind that leaves you
Shut in a dark windowless room
With all the answers you'll ever need
And all the time to think them over
Use this time wisely
Learn your lessons
Hope you did all you could
Once you're out
You're out
And changed like a dressing room
No going back
Until next you hear
"It's Over"
