Waiting for The End

What was left when the fire was gone?

I thought it felt right, but that right was wrong,

All caught up in the eye of the storm

Trying figure out what it's like moving on,

I don't even know what kind of things I said

My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead

So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?

The hardest part of ending is starting again... 

Credit: Linkin Park