It's Over:

Blow out your wind swept mind, Your heart is a festival of times, Come closer, if you don't decline, You just don't know what you'll find. I told you I loved you, but I lied, Amongst other things I would say to you, Just to keep you happy I gave you a ring. Thirteen years later you were standing at the door, But I wouldn't open it like I did before. Started sleeping in separate rooms, Honey, this ain't love, this is war. /|\