What was left when that fire was gone
I thought it flet right
But that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out
What 's like moving on
And I don't even know
What kind of things I said
My mouth kept moving
And my mind went dead
Picking up the pieces
Now where to begin
The hardest part of ending
Is to start it again .
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