I’m moving on,

It doesn’t matter where I’m going

as long as I’m not coming back to you.

It’s wrong and I wish we could make it right

But for now I have to say that this is through.


I’m moving on
Moving on
Moving on
I’m moving on
Moving on
moving on

I’m moving on

It doesn’t matter if I’m happy.

Just know that I don’t want to say goodbye.

It’s bad and I wish I could make it good

But we know it and we just cannot deny.


I’m moving on
Moving on
Moving on
Moving on not coming back to you.
I’m moving on
Moving on
Moving on
I’m moving on
Moving on
moving on

ff
And when the time is right
You’ll still be in my sight
I’ll look into your eyes…
But until that night….

I’m moving on
Moving on
Moving on
I’m moving on
Moving on
moving on

I’m moving on

Because I know that it’s wrong

and I know you know it too.

It’s stupid I wish I could make it smart

but I just can’t come back to you.

pp
I’m moving on
Moving on
Moving on
Moving on not coming back to you.

Moving on not coming home to you.

Hold me like a father holds his daughter
Make me feel welcome and secure
But kiss me like the sand kisses the water
As the waves gently wash onto the shore
Whisper like the wind beneath my wings
Whisper in my ear I won't be harmed
Hold me with your heart, your soul, your feelings.
Hold me, keep me safe inside your arms.

Walking away
A victor? A coward?
Strutting quickly
No longer empowered
Falling from a skyscraper, tower
Because you gave me a shove

I only went up there because you made me
I thought that you would come to save me
But I just sat there, longing, waiting
Waiting for your love.

For the first time in my life, it's like I can't put my feelings into words
I'm out of time and out of breath, it's not my turn
If I knew anything, it was how to talk
I could rhyme before I could walk
I could yell, I could whine, I could rant, I could sing
But now it's as if I can't do anything.
My goo-goos and ga-gas were melodic and sweet
But I'm all out of words. I've been beat.

Ugh, I just don't know what to do anymore...
Boom.

There's words on the tip of my tongue
I'm trying to spit them out
The taste of stale chewing gum
Wandering about.

Flossing through my teeth
The whisper of frustration
The loudest of heartbeats
A head ache from nauseation.

What was I saying?

Should I be relieved?
Should I feel your pain?
I'm climbing aboard the anxiety train