This is not the end, this is not the beginning.
Wishing I had strength to stand. It’s out of my control.
Flying at the speed of light.
So many things left unsaid, it’s hard to let go.
All I want to do is trade this life for something new.
Holding on to what I haven’t got.
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong.
All caught up in the eye of the storm.
Trying to figure out what it’s like for you moving on,
And I don’t even know what kind of things I’ve said.
My mouth keeps moving and my mind went dead,
So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
The hardest part of ending is starting again.
