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 not 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 not 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