Broken Pieces
Like a reflection of a mirror
smashing on the ground.
My life has been in pieces
all year round.
Piece by piece
I keep picking it up
but I’m tired,
tired of sitting around.
Chorus
I know who I am
I know where I want to be.
maybe some day
you'll find your way.
I’m so tired of crying.
You keep saying
you’re sorry.
Don’t worry
Is that all you can say?
Broken pieces
are like
missing pieces,
there will always be
a crack you can see.
Chorus
I know who I am.
I know were I want to be.
Maybe some day ...
you will find your way.
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