Move over

.

It was the last few minutes -

The fading smile on your face

As you said good-bye.

I refused to accept it was over

and cried like a baby

Holding on to that broken dream.

I never thought it would come to this:

That you wouldn't give it one last chance

And you'd gather your hurts in your arms

And cry to them in the quiet night.

Instead of reaching out to me.

.