And I stumbled across a photograph that felt like a kick in my gut
Everything about me had been stripped bare from the linings of your life
It was fresh and new and everything that we're supposed to be now.
All moved around to somehow create a start-over face for you
The space I belonged in was empty, any hopeless remainders of me cleaned away, either moved into hiding, or simply discarded for some other stranger to take note of on their way elsewhere.
Then I noticed the piece of another broken heart just waiting to be picked up.
As one rises, another falls
What's it going to be?