Moving on, even after so long,
To move on, just feels so wrong
To try moving on, and start living this life,
But when I try to move on, all I feel is this strife
Here, I am.
Leaning back, punching keys,
I can say what nobody sees.
Take a chance, open my wings,
Have some fun and do real things.
Go kick some ass, and take some, too.
Whatever�s asked, I could do.
But should I?
Moving on, even after so long,
To move on, just feels so wrong
To try moving on, and start living this life,
But when I try to move on, all I feel is this strife
There, I was.
Sitting under the full moon,
Having to leave my love soon.
I can�t handle that severance.
Now I only pray for deliverance.
Our only problems are these new changes,
So we seek each other in all the strangeness.
But could I?
Moving on, even after so long,
To move on, just feels so wrong
To try moving on, and start living this life,
But when I try to move on, all I feel is this strife
Where will I go?
Living, lives, torn between
All these emotions, unfelt and unseen
Which way should I go, ahead or behind?
I�ve been in reverse, but am I now blind?
For better or worse, for richer or poorer,
I choose, for now, that I be a horror.
But will I?
Moving on, even after so long,
To move on, just feels so wrong
To try moving on, and start living this life,
But when I try to move on, all I feel is this strife