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Pieces
Picking up the pieces
One by one
Pulling myself together
Trying to recreate
Me
When I was better
Now
I'm Broken and shattered
Beaten and battered
My heart worn and torn
Spread about
Tiny little pieces
Scattered
I'm ripped apart
By hatred and scorn
My sleeve
Lays empty
Just a blood stain
Remains
In remembrance
Of where my heart
Was worn
Drops of blood
Gave birth
To this pain
That was born
Try as it my to kill me
Only one thing can heal me
It lays scattered
With the pieces of me
Only one piece
Can make me new
Only one piece
Can complete me
And that piece is you
One by one
Pulling myself together
Trying to recreate
Me
When I was better
Now
I'm Broken and shattered
Beaten and battered
My heart worn and torn
Spread about
Tiny little pieces
Scattered
I'm ripped apart
By hatred and scorn
My sleeve
Lays empty
Just a blood stain
Remains
In remembrance
Of where my heart
Was worn
Drops of blood
Gave birth
To this pain
That was born
Try as it my to kill me
Only one thing can heal me
It lays scattered
With the pieces of me
Only one piece
Can make me new
Only one piece
Can complete me
And that piece is you
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