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Pick Up the Pieces
By: Riddlin’ Kids


Used to be a time where everything I did was right and nothing could go wrong.
Nothing could go wrong.
I don't want to talk about it.
I don't want to think about it.
Seems like all the walls are falling down around my feet and...

Here I am just picking up the pieces.
All alone just picking up the pieces.
Here I am just picking up the pieces.
I don't want to.
I don't want to.

Everything you've got doesn't really mean a lot when everything goes wrong.
Everything goes wrong.
I don't want to think about it.
Seems like all the walls are falling down around my feet and...

Here I am just picking up the pieces.
All alone just picking up the pieces.
Here I am just picking up the pieces.
I don't want to.
I don't want to.

Here I am just picking up the...
Here I am just picking up the...
Where did I go wrong?
Where did I go wrong?

Here I am just picking up the pieces.
All alone just picking up the pieces.
Here I am just picking up the pieces.
I don't want to.
I don't want to.