Feelings crash into the greatest abandonment.
One could bare a one sided romance,
That cuts at the very organ that loves the one who holds the knife.
You chose this, years ago, but the present reveals regret.

It is over, when I say.
You chose it, to be this way.
It is over, when I say.
This is over, and your dead to me.

Trusting lives only to relish desolation.
And despair a small falling away,
That was caused by this maliced moment.
My biggest regret, was I was right?
You chose this, years ago, but the present reveals regret.

It is over, when I say.
You chose it, to be this way.
It is over, when I say.
This is over, and your dead to me.

This is the greatest abandonment!