Unlike a song, you cannot rewind or stop.

Once done, it is done.

I hear whispers of change

My mind refuses the sound of truth in it

I shake my head with trust.

I trusted only to be brokenhearted.

The change was there before I am aware

Caught off guard, I looked away.

The smiles I once wore are now frowns.

The heart no longer feels the same.

happiness turns to sadness

admiration turns to disappointment

I have no right to judge, pressing my lips into a thin line.

though one thing is certain...

I am finished.

done.