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Moving (On)
I know there's something in my way,
But I don't know what to do.
Maybe there's something I could say
That can get me to crawl back to you.
Give me the strength I do need
To bring me back to life.
Give me the courage that I couldn't see
When I held you by a knife.
Oh, this trail gets thinner.
I need some peace of mind before my time here is up.
I walk around the pond to see what remains of our love.
These trails inspire a little hope, or lack thereof.
Falling from the sky are feathers and a dead dove.
Please, give me peace. I need love, not a gun.
Please, give me peace. Because I haven't yet moved on.
This photo reminds me of a
sweet time when I was young.
You know that I tried to hide around
a sick noose, you solemnly hung.
I might go take a walk around
The pond to see what's new.
'Cuz all I feel in here are things
That remind me of you.
Oh, my heart's getting smaller.
I want some piece of you but I can go back.
I waltz around the pond and time starts to attack.
Qualification for this role is what I lack.
Falling from the clouds are birds and feathers of black.
Please, I need peace. I want you, not another one.
Please, I need to leave, because I haven't yet moved on.
I should remember where you live
So when I return.
I can give you something you dreamed of
It'll make your stomach churn.
I'll make your eyes wet with tears
And your fingernails caked in blood.
I'll make you pay for all the things
To me you've done.
I think...I'm gonna...go now.
But I don't know what to do.
Maybe there's something I could say
That can get me to crawl back to you.
Give me the strength I do need
To bring me back to life.
Give me the courage that I couldn't see
When I held you by a knife.
Oh, this trail gets thinner.
I need some peace of mind before my time here is up.
I walk around the pond to see what remains of our love.
These trails inspire a little hope, or lack thereof.
Falling from the sky are feathers and a dead dove.
Please, give me peace. I need love, not a gun.
Please, give me peace. Because I haven't yet moved on.
This photo reminds me of a
sweet time when I was young.
You know that I tried to hide around
a sick noose, you solemnly hung.
I might go take a walk around
The pond to see what's new.
'Cuz all I feel in here are things
That remind me of you.
Oh, my heart's getting smaller.
I want some piece of you but I can go back.
I waltz around the pond and time starts to attack.
Qualification for this role is what I lack.
Falling from the clouds are birds and feathers of black.
Please, I need peace. I want you, not another one.
Please, I need to leave, because I haven't yet moved on.
I should remember where you live
So when I return.
I can give you something you dreamed of
It'll make your stomach churn.
I'll make your eyes wet with tears
And your fingernails caked in blood.
I'll make you pay for all the things
To me you've done.
I think...I'm gonna...go now.
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