Falling is the easy part,
It's picking up the pieces that make it difficult,
As you find that the pieces don't fit together as snugly as they used to,
Tiny pieces go missing,
Gone forever
We gather the fragments of what used to be whole,
Trying to rebuild the wreckage
Imperfections now grace the surface,
It's been damaged, but it's no longer broken

I can't force myself to stop thinking about you,
My mind's a mess, my thoughts are askew.
I have crazy notions running through my head,
I'm angry at myself for the tears that I've shed.
Cause it doesn't matter it's all in vain,
I'm causing my self all this pain.
You don't care that I felt betrayed,
I try to hide my hurt, continue my charade.
I wish I could've push you away as easily as you pushed me,
Maybe then things wouldn't have ended badly.
I wonder how it would be to stop all feeling,
Would it be a curse, or more like a blessing.
A moment of peace, a quiet emptiness,
my mind as blank as a bare canvas.

I sang a song so beautifully the melody like a symphony.
But then i messed up, isn’t that rough.
And a man looked at me and said, “it’s okay there’s second best you see.”
The words they seem to follow me, always second best at everything.
I met a boy and liked him so, further and further I’d let him go.
I gave myself fully, thought he felt for me truly.
But it was a lie, as I saw with my eyes.
His ex by his side, his hand running up her thigh.
And as he look at me he said, “you’ll always be second best to me”
The words they still follow me, always second best you see.
Always second best that's me, always second best at everything.

Here's a short story about a girl,
She had a very big heart, or so I've heard.
She was always open, loving, and kind,
If  you were sad she always had a kind word.
She loved to love, no matter what the cost.
So a cycle emerged, she loved and she lost.
Sometimes it was tough, her heart took some beatings,
But love and compassion always pulled at her heart strings.
So she continued the cycle of loving and losing,
Not completely confident in what she was doing.
I wish I could say that this story ends well,
But that's a part of the story I cannot yet tell.