It is Over

Somebody waited minutes ago
For him to come home, but he never showed
Calling him over and over again
He'd pick up the phone if he wasn't afraid to say
It is over, my love

Thought it was best if she didn't know
That he was thinking of letting go
Spending hours to make him stay
When he thought about leaving her anyway and say
It is over, my love

Oh, she might cry a lot
Oh, if I stay or nor
Oh, she might make me cry
Oh, if she asks me why

All of a sudden I wanted to leave
I didn't want her living with the grief
Of me dying holding her hand
Someday I hope she will understand why
It is over my love

Oh, she might cry a lot
Oh, if I stay or nor
Oh, she might make me cry
Oh, if she asks me why
Oh, she can't see me go
Oh, I won't let her know
Oh, she might make me cry
Oh, I can't tell her why