When I'Ts Over
When your charade is over and the rain falls on your parade,don't come back looking for me to shelter you from the pain.
The tables have turned and you have tripped and slipped you are a master no more
you've lost your mighty grip,you no longer hold the whip.
What will you do when it's all over?
When eveyone you know and have always screwed over,get tired of sitting in your typhoon of neglection and lies?
What will you do when it's all over?
When it's over
When it's over
When it's over there will be no begining...
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