It’s Over
Are these the ribbons of joy I wear?
Or bindings of sadness, or do I care?
As a chapter of life has finally ended,
But at last all anger has finally vented.
An end or beginning?
Losing or winning?
Happy or sad?
Sane or mad?
But, it’s over.
The way of life is never so sane,
For as much as we want, we can never refrain,
From letting the recent blind our eyes,
To the wonderful memories of years we should prize.
An end or beginning?
Losing or winning?
Happy or sad?
Sane or mad?
But, it’s over.
As she walked out the door, for the very last time,
I just sat and pondered, and thought it a crime,
We were faithfully united for many a long year,
But destroyed in a few months, should I now shed a tear.
An end or beginning?
Losing or winning?
Happy or sad?
Sane or mad?
But, it’s over.
As hard as I try, my eyes are still dry,
But will it be now that she will cry?
We both have our own truths of who is to blame,
Maybe just simply, we both should wear shame.
An end or beginning?
Losing or winning?
Happy or sad?
Sane or mad?
But, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, is it truly over?
