Apr 2013
One by one
Trying to make the pieces fit
Of what is left of it
My heart, my mind, my soul, my trust
Shattered.
Now just scrambling
Until the day that I feel better.
Trying to make the pieces fit
Of what is left of it
My heart, my mind, my soul, my trust
Shattered.
Now just scrambling
Until the day that I feel better.
