And I was left standing there
With the world shattered at my feet
I looked around at the scattered remains
In an attempt to figure out how to put back together
The remnants of my life reflecting back at me
In the broken glass I saw pieces of who I was
Each version moving through a cracked yesterday
Some smile
Others are surrounded by familiar faces
A few sit alone in the night
But each one is the same,
Wearing a mask of feigned design
Counting on a different outcome
Settling for the only life ever offered
Endlessly repeated