How are you able to really move on?
Was it what you heard me say about you to others?

How are you really able to move on?
Was it me telling you how I felt smothered?

How are you really able to move on?
Was it me telling you I wanted my own place?

How are you really able to move on?
Was it the repeated desire for my own space?

How are you really able to move on?
Was it the pictures you saw in my phone?

How are you really able to move on?
Was it about my desire to sleep alone?

How are you really able to move on?
Was it me finding passion elsewhere?

How are you really able to move on?
Was it me lying, then finally admitting I was there?

I really don’t understand how you’re able to just pack up and leave
It must be someone or something else you kept up your sleeve