Falling To Pieces

Falling to Pieces… A little more cliché just to make it through the day Because there are no new ways to say the things I feel I believe this is an ending But I have yet to see the new beginning Or am I even faintly aware Of whether one will start as the other finishes No how or why, no when or where But I believe an end is coming Because I am falling to pieces… The crack in the mirror Reflects an image of me, to myself as I’m Falling to pieces… Hard to find the time to sort out in my mind All of the wrongs now right and all of the rights now wrong No doubt we are at a crossroad And for now just plain standing still The calm before the storm And the weather can’t seem decide if it wants to change No how or why, no when or where But I do believe an end is near Much nearer than the new beginning And I am falling to pieces… The crack in the mirror reflects the image I see And it is me, as I’m falling to pieces…