Are you moving forward, on with your life?
Or are you moving backward, back to the knife?
Moving forward, moving backward, moving wayward within sight.
I just wish that you moved forward, so you don't cut yourself.
Away from drugs, away smokes, away from alcohol.
I wish you moved on forward, and start anew.

Moving backwards, your going back to those prison bars.
Where heroine and knives were the only way to start.
But wasn't that your life before?
Wasn't that life a bit too sore?
Moving backwards, does it seem, I'm scared beyond the word 'fright'.

Moving backwards, moving backwards...
I guess your not as sober as it seemed.
I guess your not moving forward.
Moving backward, moving backward..