You were a habit that I am now forced to lose

Move on they say, little do they know.
Every day is an act of braving a smile and staying strong,
Every night is a struggle between holding on, letting go.

Remember the sweet nothings you would murmur so?
I am yours, your heart is where I belong.
Move on they say, little do they know.

In your arms, my dear, time would refuse to flow.
Every day, I now count the seconds as they tick along,
Every night is a struggle between holding on, letting go.

Remember dancing in the kitchen, slow?
Now, I hate listening to our favourite song.
Move on they say, little do they know.

Love was something you were never hesitant to show.
Every day, I go over and over where we went wrong,
Every night is a struggle between holding on, letting go.

Remember how you used to make my monsters go?
Every day now, they get more and more strong.
Move on they say, little do they know.
Every night is a struggle between holding on, letting go.

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