When will you know
I’m not like them?
Pulling apart —
Going for it —

All by your while
“Get up,”
“…stop falling apart.”
In time
Not for
This life

It’s never with heart
It’s never that hard

Is it over?
Is it over?
“Ah, fine.”
“Are you over it?”

When will it pass?
I’m not like that
Purple in hand
Before you crash

Enter your room:
I know, “I won’t get over it soon.”
Before
This moon
By light

I want to get up and now…
Want to get up and now

Is it over?
Is it over?
“Ah, fine.”
“Are you over it?”
Tell me will it be, oh
Tell me when it will be over