It's Over.
So,it's over
Well,I never loved him that much
My skin never tingled
At his tender touch.
When I saw his sweet face
My pulse would never race.
When he whispered my name
I was never aflame.
When I thought of him
I never lost any sleep
I never dreamed
His love was for keeps.
I never yearned
To hear his voice.
When I saw him smile
I would never rejoice.
And when he said goodbye
I never thought I might die.
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