It's Over
This is for my [figurative] sister. You'll most likely never see this, but know that I'm always here for you hon. (These are the lyrics to the song "It's Not Over" by Secondhand Serenade. I edited the lyrics, making some changes to make it situate the drama going down.)
Disclaimer: I don't own the song or band.
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Her tears run down like razor blades.
We don't know who's the one to blame;
It's him, or is it her?
And all the words they never said
come out and now they're all ashamed;
and there's no sense in playing games
when she'd done all she could do.
But now it's over, it's over, why is it over?
You had the chance to make it;
Now it's over, it's over, you say it can't be over.
He'll wish that he could take it back
but it's over.
She lost herself in all these fights
He lost his sense of wrong and right
She cries, she cries.
She's shaking from the pain that's in her head;
she just wants to crawl into her bed
and throw away the life she leads
but I know she won't let it die, won't let it die.
But now it's over, it's over, why is it over?
They had the chance to make it;
Now it's over, it's over, it's really over.
I wish that I could help you.
She's falling apart, she's falling apart.
She doesn't want to hear me say that this won't last forever.
He broke her heart, he broke her heart.
He told her that they will never be together.
They could have been over and over, they could have been forever.
It's not over, it's not over, it's never over;
unless she lets it take her.
It's not over, it's not over, it's not over;
unless she lets it break her.
It's over.