Moving On - Asking Alexandria

A boi of enguesh, nau jis a man of sol

Treided in jis miseri for lonli laif of de roud

De yirs buer cruel tu jim

Nou, ji buont let dem gou

Leis abueik traina fain de man insaid tu pak jis bags an eskeip dis buorl

Aiv never bin so torn ap in ol of mai laif

Ai shud jav sin dis komen

Aiv never felt so jouples dan ai du tunaig

Ai dont buana du dis enimor, aim muven on

Ji buandet tu cheinch de buorl, tu meiket ol buorzbuail

So ji put jis pen tu peiper an pord aut ebrizin insaid

Jis red ais tirnen ap at de man dad jid bikeim

Eslouli, bat shurli on de fast trak tu folen intu jis greiv

Aiv never bin so torn ap in ol of mai laif

Ai shud jav sin dis komen

Aiv never felt so jouples dan ai du tunaig

Ai dont buana du dis enimor, aim muven on

Ai kent beliv aiv kom so far in sach short taim

An aim estil faigdin on mai oun

If ai estap tu kach mai brez ap ai maig never brez agein, so yost nou dis:

Aiv never bin so torn ap in ol of mai laif, ai kent beliv ai let maiself breik daun

Aiv never bin so torn ap in ol of mai laif

Ai shud jav sin dis komen

Aiv never felt so jouples dan ai du tunaig

Ai dont buana du dis enimor

Aiv never bin so torn ap in ol of mai laif

Ai shud jav sin dis komen

Aiv never felt so jouples dan ai du tunaig

Nou, ai dont buana du dis enimor, aim muven on

A boi of enguesh, nau jis a man of sol

Treided in jis miseri for lonli laif of de roud