Picking Up The Pieces

Did I get wrapped up in the illusion of it all
Did I believe all the wrong words
How did I manage not to die in this fall
Instead just end up shattered and disturbed

Now I feel as if everything that was said was a lie
That everything I knew about you was a hoax
I sit and question everything wondering why
I always thought we were so close

I feel like such a fool believing you
Yet you were and still are a good friend
Now I sit here curious if it’s all through
Picking up these pieces alone in the end

Was it all just mirrors and smoke
Was I just a pawn in this game
I never thought what we were was a joke
I know we will never be the same

JLK 2/22/11