But aren't we more,
than just scattered pieces upon the floor.
Broken and bent out of shape,
as if all of our mistakes are recorded on tape.

Cold fingers grasping my heart,
tearing us further and further apart.
Wondering if I'll ever again be whole,
slashing deeper and deeper into my soul.

And the only thing I've been able to obtain,
is this horrible agonizing pain.
While the worst thing that's making me so stressed,
is having to pretend I'm not overwhelmingly depressed.