I'm tired of feeling this way No matter what the day Tired of feeling disjointed, disfigured With my missing parts scattered on the ground Knowing not all the parts are there to be found I am only deconstructed, not reconstructed I can never again be whole I'll never be myself of old Someone tell me why I should go on Only a piece of a person, most of me gone I just want to lay the rest of me down, how can that be wrong