Sometimes, for you,
I wish some of the pieces weren't missing.
I would pick up all the sharp shards with my hands; my fingertips would bleed,
I would have no care for the pain,
I have nothing to lose, you have everything to gain
Listen to me, your pieces aren't missing,
One day someone will catch your heart-
When you open your eyes to them
Living in your world as if it was whole, you'll see,
Your pieces aren't missing,
They have been collected by me.