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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