When Its Over
I find it so hard
to know the simple fact of
when its over.
You drift.
Don't talk anymore...
But then they just keep coming back.
Coming back for comfort.
To spew out their problems.
Make you a part of their life
that you don't wanna be.
You don't want to know who they're going out with...
Who they fucked...
Who "ruined their lives forever".
Because once upon a time
they said that about you.
You don't even know each other anymore...
So whats the point?
Is it over now?
Its my life so...
Yeah.
It is.
to know the simple fact of
when its over.
You drift.
Don't talk anymore...
But then they just keep coming back.
Coming back for comfort.
To spew out their problems.
Make you a part of their life
that you don't wanna be.
You don't want to know who they're going out with...
Who they fucked...
Who "ruined their lives forever".
Because once upon a time
they said that about you.
You don't even know each other anymore...
So whats the point?
Is it over now?
Its my life so...
Yeah.
It is.