No Choice

The thing that hurting me the most
Is letting go of you
And moving forward instead of looking back at our past,
It's just something I have to do
I don't know how long this broken heart will last.
And I know everything you ever said to me wasn't a lie,
I hate that you're moving forward, so now I have no choice but to try.
How many times must my heart crack before it shatters?
To you, I bet it don't even matter?
I've thought about and cried over you way too much,
Wishing for another moment with you just to feel your touch.
 You don't care, and neither should I.
So I'm taking the necessary steps to move on, at least I'm going to try