Was it mistakes?
Was it fate?
What does it take to move on from this?Because my head is taking trips
That bring me back to all of itMy heart's a broken record and
Skipping repeatedly saying this,
"Get over it"You can fact check, beat a dead horse
And dig deeper and downAnd then you look up, you've seen enough
But you find you're stuck deep in the groundI was wrongfully treated indeed... or was it me?
I try to make sense of this so I canGet over it
I gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it, over itI should dwell somewhere else
Yes I should dwell somewhere else on beautiful thingsGet over it
I gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it, over itWas it mistakes?
Was it fate?
What does it take to move on from this?Get over it
I gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it, over itStop thinking, stop sinking, stop digging and get over itI gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it, over it
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Bryce AvaryPublished by
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