Stops Me From Moving On

These songs I hear from the past That reminds me of the religion that was Stops me from moving on the way I need to To put behind me the things I should You the embodiment of hate I desperately holding on to the past Your mind all made up The way you were wronged My world falling apart and all torn In which universe should things be so wrong You who meant to me embodiment of love itself With you it was still about embarrassment and regrets This hatred you felt You were no longer the same My world that was falling apart My belief that could not believe Love could have such an ugly face Now that I know how much you hated Now that I know what you meant The religion of hatred you were My world of love you had always been