What was left when that fire was gone? I thought it felt right but that right was wrong.
All caught up in the eye of the storm, and trying to figure out what it'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. So I'm picking up the pieces, now where to begin.
The hardest part of ending is starting again.
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