Can't Move On

You think the
Battle's won
No use for shields
And guns
You'll need them now
That the lump takes a
Home in your throat
With the words that
You're choking
As you try
To tell yourself it's ok
Flying by time to gaze
But never face



~ Automatic Loveletter - Can't Move On


Music speaks for the heart and soul.




You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger... I'll point you to the mirror

~ Paramore - Playing God