I died when I heard your voice after all this time
I poured over ancient letters
poured over faded pictures
poured out the last forgiveness
I thought I was over you
Over you
Over you
Over you
Fly by
Like a colored dream
that will ease your mind
my tears running like molasses
Heart finally collapses
Inside the beautiful the ugliness will hide
I thought I was over you.
Over you...
Words hardly hear rejection
You can't expect me just to lay down
And let you kiss it all away
It's too late.
I died when I heard you voice
After all this time.
I thought I was over you.
Over you.
Over you...
-Jann Arden
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