Picking up the pices

Life was going great

Not a problem to relate

Then it all broke down

And the happy turned to frown

I droped all my hope in one basket

And I did it with my eyes close

I knocked that basket over and It scattered my soul across the floor

So I was left

Picking op the pieces

Oh how could I pick up the pieces?

There's just so many pieces

I just have to pick up the pieces