Moving On? (Yeah ... Right!)

I tell myself that I’ve moved but I haven't been the same since you've gone i cry myself to sleep at night I grab your memory and hold on tight I still miss you with every breath I still believe that you'll come back I can still smell your sweet perfume and your arms still feel like home I can't help but love you no matter how I try I tell myself I’m moving on But I can't i still keep your pictures Hung up on my wall And I keep all the presents And the memories of previous years I tell myself you still love me believing that one day you will but I’m just living a lie so I continue to cry