Trying To Move On
The Black Tires
I woke up sick at morning didn't know what to do
All the stuff around just reminds me of you
You left the door closed, don't want to come again
Destroyed all my life and burnt all my plans
Our pictures on the wall, your smell all around
Everything I look at just makes me gettin' down
Your books on the shelf, your Beatles' DVD
You break with everyhing that's living inside of me
It's not my home when I'm alone
It's not my home I'm trying to move on
You wanted it in this way, you never asked me
Together for a long time, you know all about me
You chose the hard way, it's hard to believe
All these past years that you were with me
Even all my friends had left me all alone
Nobody gets around or call me on the phone
I'm starting to believe I've made some wrong choice
It's hard to keep on movin' when I don't forget your voice



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