Pieces of paper scattered on the floor – reminders that haunt me of all life was before… before your life was done – barely just begun.
Pieces of paper are all that will remains – scattered reminders of all the loss and pain… bills that go unpaid – as time it slips away.
Pices of paper from three months before – show me that time moves just as it did before… it seems so cruel – that it won’t stop too.
Pieces of paper scattered on the floor – reminders that haunt me of all life was before… before your life was done – barely just begun.
Can you hear me little one?
Just One Take 