Moving on...moving on...moving on

I wear my heart on my sleeve 

Open wounds for you to see

It puts me in a vulnerable place

A space I find too familiar 

Drained drip dry

I gave you what you need 

So let me proceed 

With my heart on my sleeve

Instead without you, just me

Everyone crumbles and falls.

we crumble and fall
and we think we know it all
the time has come
to go back home
you may not know yourself
so you may need some help
let them guide you the way
to a better path to stay

let them help you...go this wayy.