Peices of Time

 Disembodied pieces of the past
cut through my mind like shattered glass
that I keep trampling over and over again

Its meaningless to try to grasp
something that will never last
What I thought was real turned out to be pretend

Inside my head is where im trapped
I bottle it up, one day ill snap
Reality is really not my friend

I feel Ive lived nine different lives
ended by nine different knives
it all ends up the same thing in the end

The old me dies and then surprise
Theres a new me thats alive
A new adventure ready to begin