笨小笨Move On歌词由Faith Moyosore演唱，出自专辑《Blue Hour Notes》，下面是《Move On》完整版歌词！
Move On歌词完整版
my mum says that when wounds are hurting periodically, you’re on the path to healing
but what do I do
when my mouth is filled with hot coal that burns to ash the inner pathways to healing
how do I smile when it falls into my belly burning all the places that the butterflies of his love used to make a home?
I want to be fine, without these constant painful pulls from the insides of my wounds,
I want to survive a full day without this overwhelming urge to stalk him daily, to call him, to break my bleeding body into a sacrifice and offer it as an appeal to him to come back to me
everyone says he’s not worth it: move on.
news flash: the heart isn’t a switch, you can’t just turn it on and off as you, please
moving on is like repeated floods
creating erosion in the soil
the first wave—the lack of clarity on whether you have a future together
the second—the anger over nothing
the third— the complaints that cause you to peel off your skin until you reveal someone else
the fourth—the ghosting of your calls and messages
the fifth—how you walk away knowing you loved them enough to move mountains for them but realized that the only mountain they wanted to move was you
the sixth—how you stalk your replacement and try to wear her identity like jewels
the seventh— how everyone says move on and you answer “sure I will shrug off as his name gets called on random lips and pretend that these letters haven’t made their way into my bloodstream, dragging at my cells that are begging for him to come back”
I don't know why we are asked to just move on
I don’t know why we are expected to be fine immediately
we didn’t just fall in love in minutes
we didn’t just build a home on a whim
we didn’t just wish for forever in a week
we fell deeply and slowly
so please, do not tell me how to heal
please, do not tell me to just stand up and move forward
when my heart is stuck at his door waiting for him to open up
if I move I’ll be dead
if I don’t I’m dead
please, there’s no way out, the only place is here
so allow me to absorb his darkness, until light is left
allow me to bleed until pearls fall out
allow me to shrink and mould my burden into a work of art
because I know this pain would not destroy me
this hurt would serve as the fuel that propels me to fly higher
these tears would serve as a lubricant, for swift entry into my destiny
I am hurt but not weak
I am broken but not defeated
and this phase like everything else would pass
because wounds hurt for a while before rebuilding the skin into something stronger
