When the lover in me wakes up to her good morning text,
But the friend puts the lover back to sleep and replies.
Hide away the emotions, put the mask of a friend on.
I feel like the radio that plays distorted music no one understands and skip to the next channel.
The lover is locked by the friend
The lover screams let me out
But the friend puts a new lock on the door everyday
So the lover sings from prison
I will move on , I will move on.
Until the day comes, where his soul moves on
Leaving the body
Still singing
I will move on, I will move on.
Excellent amd this will definately understand those who gone through that situation.
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Thank you
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