Text: Riddlin' Kids. Other. Picking Up The Pieces.

Used to be a time
When everything I did was right
And nothing could go wrong
Nothing could go wrong

I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna think about it
To my call 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

Every thing you got
Doesn't really mean a lot
When everything goes wrong
Everything goes wrong

I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna think about it
To my call 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 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