at the start of it all
i came up strong
had some friends
we got along
my heart broke hard
and soon I’d fall
trying to pick up
my broken pieces
im emotional

summer sun
and silly games
silent nights
and whispering
my friends all
got the best of me
always failing
and testing me
my friends all
got the best of me
left them all
rest in peace

you were supposed to be
the one i love
you were supposed to be
the one i trust
and now i just
have had enough
i pick up these
broken pieces
just because

i might love you
more than you love me
but your haunting skies
are a mystery
and i see your breath
fill the open room
waiting for the time
i let go of you

and i might love you
more than you love me
but i still hate how
you got the best of me
and i might make choices
that make you mad
and break some hearts
ill give you that
or just guilt trip
to make you sad
but you will never get the best of me
ill pick up the broken pieces
peacefully