To reach out,
To never hear,
To try again
Every year.
Not this time,
Not once more,
Not ever again,
Of this, I’m sure.
I’ve had it with you.
I’ve drawn a line.
I’ve let you go,
Which is just fine.
To reach out,
To never hear,
To try again
Every year.
Not this time,
Not once more,
Not ever again,
Of this, I’m sure.
I’ve had it with you.
I’ve drawn a line.
I’ve let you go,
Which is just fine.
