“I know it’s over”…
she knows it’s over… huge expectations…a fulfilment to an extent and it’s over…however hard she may try.
“oh mother I can feel, the soil falling over my head…” and into a empty bed she chooses to fall, accepting what has come of this…over…enough said.
“I know it’s over, still I cling, I don’t know what else it may bring, over… I know it’s over.
And it’s grey although a flame lights up and confusion reigns, song’s rhythm fades a certain love feigns and sorrow claims. Apparently that’s all it ever was.
Bare legs, empty head, wishing that the sea would take me, knowing that the knife would slit me...no reaction, shell refusing to cling…but I know it’s over, although in my heart it felt so real…
jeff
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