I’m over it.
All the restless nights
The wishing I could have you back.
Its done and I know that.
I wish it hadn’t ended the way it did, but it did.
I put the box away, hid the pictures.
Deleted your number.
Im done trying to fix things. Its obvious you don’t want them to be fixed.
So I’m over it.
I’m throwing my hands in the air and saying goodbye.
You’ll miss me, just like I missed you.
Pictures are never mine. Just so you know. And if it is, I’ll be sure to let you know.