Clint M. Haney - Move On текст песни

I'm tired of thinking
The whole world's after me
I'm tired of drinking
Thinking you're taking stabs at me.
It's time for stepping up
No more thinking, no more drinking.
No more time for giving up
More rising, no more sinking.
'Cause there's no one to feel sorry for me, but myself.
And there's nothing to worry about, but what I create.
To place myself in lonliness is oblivious.
There's no more excuses, step to the plate.