I'm over it
I have to admit
I'm over empty apartments
Empty heart compartments
I'm over working early
Doing my hair curly
I'm over worrying
The outside flurrying
I'm over crying
My hope just dying
I'm over wondering
Stupid words blundering
I'm over you
There are a few
I'm over the snow
Not much of a hero
I'm over singing
Ice cold air stinging
I'm over working late
Being here, I hate
I'm over this
I wanna be home for Christmas
Rhyme inspired by coming home to
an empty apartment all week
And by Yellowcard "Empty Apartment"
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