It's over.

I look up from the ground,
To notice my sad, miserable tears from my eyes.
They start to wonder what's on my mind,
"When I tell them, do the colors even drain from their face?"
I wonder...

And a person said:
"I know you love her, but it's over.
It doesn't matter, put the phone away, stop messaging her.
It's never easy to walk away, let her go...
It'll be alright."

I wanted to look back at all the messages she's sent,
And I know it wasn't right, but it was fucking with my head...
And everything deleted, like the past, it was gone,
And when I touched my face,
Felt the tears,
I could tell I'd never be moving on.

But it's not the fact that I dreamt of her yesterday,
It's the feeling of betrayal, that I just can't seem to shake.

"It's gonna hurt for a bit of time,
So bottoms up, let's forget tonight.
You'll find another, and you'll be just fine.
Let her go."

But nothing heals the past, not mine.