Is it over?
That's a good question.
Will it ever be?
Who knows?
... I hoped I would.
Some say love heals,
But they lied.
Love is a fire.
I walked through with plenty of burns.
You've taken over me,
Filled up my head quite a lot.
Maybe someday I'll forgive things I can't change
But 'til then I'll just cry.
You've left me bent
And if you're gone
Will I learn from this
Or lose a piece of me?
You won't be mine
But I can't let you go.
So is it over,
Or is it just the beginning?
That's a good question.
Will it ever be?
Who knows?
... I hoped I would.
Some say love heals,
But they lied.
Love is a fire.
I walked through with plenty of burns.
You've taken over me,
Filled up my head quite a lot.
Maybe someday I'll forgive things I can't change
But 'til then I'll just cry.
You've left me bent
And if you're gone
Will I learn from this
Or lose a piece of me?
You won't be mine
But I can't let you go.
So is it over,
Or is it just the beginning?

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