I’m over it..

“Over It”

I’m over your lies,                                            I’m over  the guilt

and I’m over your games.                             And I’m over the pain

I’m over you asking me,                                  I’m over you asking me

when you know I’m not okay.                    When you know I’m not okay

You call me at night,                                        A  pregnant lady

and I pick up the phone.                                       Passes me by

And though you’ve been telling me,       And though my time will come

I know you’re not alone.                               I can’t help asking why..

oh..                                                                        oh..

That’s why                                                          that’s why

(your eyes)                                                         (pregnancy)

I’m over it                                                            I’m over it

(your smile)                                                        (baby clothes)

I’m over it                                                            I’m over it

(realize)                                                               (realize)

I’m over it                                                            I’m over it

I’m over it                                                            I’m over it

I’m over..                                                             I’m over it

Wanting you,                                                     Wanting so to bear a child

to be wanting me.

No that ain’t no way to be.                          Today my hope has been defiled

How I feel, read my lips,                                               Every month, Aunty Flo

because I’m so over..                                     Reminds me that she just won’t go

Moving on, it’s my time,                                               Moving on, it’s my time

you never were a friend of mine.             Finding another way to shine

Hurt at first, a little bit,                                   Hurt at first, a little bit,

but now I’m so over.                                      But now I’m so over

I’m so over it..                                                   I’m so over it.

I’m over your hands,                                      I’m over the diets

and I’m over your mouth.                            And I’m over the charts

Trying to drag me down,                               Trying to measure temperatures

and fill me with self-doubt.                         I don’t have the heart

oh..                                                                        oh..

That’s why,                                                         That’s why,

(your words)                                                      (fertility)

I’m over it                                                            I’m over it

(so sure)                                                              (acupuncture)

I’m over it                                                            I’m over it

(I’m not your girl)                                             (treatments)

I’m over it                                                            I’m over it

I’m over it                                                            I’m over it

I’m over…                                                           I’m over it

Wanting you,                                                     Wanting so to bear a child

to be wanting me.

No that ain’t no way to be.                          Today my hope has been defiled

How I feel, read my lips,                                               Every month, Aunty Flo

because I’m so over..                                     Reminds me that she just won’t go

Moving on, it’s my time,                                                               Moving on, it’s my time

you never were a friend of mine.                             Finding another way to shine

Hurt at first, a little bit,

but now I’m so over.

I’m so over it..

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