Fallen Pieces
Day by day
Piece by piece
I pick up what's left of me. Through empty windows I stare wondering why I ever cared.
Minutes seem like hours, days seem like years. Why all these tears?
Scared to be alone, but more scared to be happy.
Watching movies to make the time pass. Wondering why they are all so sappy.
There's a constant sickness that runs through my body like poison.
Making it so hard to put the pieces back together. So scared of feeling this way forever.
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