You broke my heart into a million pieces
In the inside I keep bleeding, but on the outside I’m at peace
As I fumbled to get it together piece by piece
You always find a way to make me trip
So I’m stuck picking them up all over again
With my heart worn on my sleeve I’m an easy target
Sometimes I wish you took away the pieces
So I don’t have to feel the pain by picking them up
One day someone will take the time to help me pick them up
Until that day I will feel pain every moment until she comes
~Noloc
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