The morning fell around me
And shattered on the floor
When I heard your departing footsteps
And the closing of the door
CHORUS:
Oh, oh
Now I’m
Picking up the pieces
Trying not to cut myself
Now I’m picking up the pieces
And crying to myself
It’s so hard to imagine
My life without you here
Given time there’ll be a future
But right now it’s not that clear
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
Who knows what can come in time?
A love that I can call mine
All mine…
CHORUS
Picking up the pieces (x3)
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