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.