Over

Over

You don’t call like you used to do,
Your silence tells me what is true.
I kept pretending, held my breath,
But love shouldn't feel like death.

I gave and gave, but lost my name,
Now I’m walking out of blame…

It’s over — not in rage,
But like a book that’s turned its page.
No final fight, no slamming door,
Just nothing left to care for.
It’s over — I can feel it fall,
Like a whisper through the wall.
We’re not what we were before…
It’s over,
And I want more.

I still remember how we laughed,
But we’ve become a faded past.
You reach for me like I’m a chore,
And I don’t want that anymore.

It’s not hate — it’s just the end,
When hearts forget how to pretend…

It’s over — soft and low,
Like winter in the final snow.
No more lies and no more tries,
Just a truth beneath the skies.
It’s over — and that’s okay,
We gave what we could yesterday.
Now I’m walking through the open door…
It’s over,
And I want more.

We held on past the final light,
But even stars must leave the night.
I’ll carry love, but not the weight,
This goodbye won’t be too late.

It’s over — not a war,
Just a heart too tired to ignore.
No bitterness, no broken vow…
Just the quiet of the now.
It’s over — soft and true,
Not because of me or you.
We stopped before we knew we were...
It’s over.
And we both were.