My downfall...

Where did my peace of mind go?

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I am dying out in restlessness.

It keeps me awake all night long.

Who can answer my call?

Who can really say where I am wrong?

Who can pick up the pieces -

Of my falling.

Bits and Pieces, are scattered.

People go over trampling them all.

None cares, though their stares fall on ground.

They see nothing but just the broken pieces...

Yeah everything is in pieces,

Pieces of my downfall!