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We're Moving On
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April 2012 Bitter feeling that there is no end,
i get drunk again at 2am,
call your phone and your ringer tone,
gets put on silent cause you're not alone,
keeping my feelings quiet like a cat,
and i'm just hoping you don't catch,
the smell of the bottle bought on seventh street,
it just happens to give me bravery,
close my eyes and i hear you moan,
it kills me thinking you're most likely not alone,
my heart falls down, sinks like a stone,
while i am all alone at home,
surely all my choices are wrong,
a couple more days o this and my patience will be gone,
ask a typical question of "is something wrong?"
cause i can tell we're both moving on.
