Moving on.

I wake up to an ordinary summer morning.
Lisn'n to birds chirping and lawn mowing.
Again, I awoke to the world of reality,
I close my eyes to see the darkness of my misery.
Dreams come tumblin' through my head.
If I picture you once more with her,
I'd rather be dead.
Focus my eyes and get up,
What's the point of life without steppin' up?
Look at the mirror and stare.
Feeling this pain I can not bear.
Through my eyes I see the words,
"Face it, it's time to move on."