Moving On
Time seems too move and, slide so fast, it's almost like nothing good can last.
I see myself getting older each day, I know that the sparkle in my eye cannot stay.
I smile at times, but only half, with all this pressure it's getting hard too laugh.
I'm aware of things that I've got, and very enlightened to what I have not,
I've learned to let go of that witch is gone, and that my friends is called moving on.
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