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.

A mix for those who forged through the beginning of the end.

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