If I had to count the amount of people that have let me down.
I'd have no numbers at the end.

If I had to tell you of all my disappointments
You'd have no time left to lend.

If I had to search for all the missing pieces of my heart.
The X's drawn would make ink disappear from pen.

If I had to never see those faces again.
Maybe my heart would have a chance to mend.

But these If's are but wishes and I haven't a well.
So I must cast them aside and not waste time on fairy tales.

Because the world is a cold dark place and everybody gets knocked down.

Little broken pieces of every human

Can be found all over the ground.