Picking Up the Pieces

Once I had a love. Thought it was gold. Turned out to

be rust, too hard to hold. Felt like the real thing,

a perfect lie. But the truth hit me like whiskey and time. You pulled the

strings, played the game. Left me standing in the pouring rain.

I couldn't see past the lies you spun. Turns out I was just another

one. We rode that wild ride, but it couldn't last.

The love we had shattered way too fast. I thought we'd soar,

but we hit the ground. Now, I'm picking up the pieces.