If I were in pieces Could I grab the phone and give you a call? Would you wipe away my tears or care about me at all? Would you hear my pain if someone dragged a blade across my heart? Would you stick my pieces together before I fall apart? Would you for no reason hold my hand and say it'll be okay? Is it too much ask? Would you like strangers to just stay away? I don't know you at all but I wish you picked up the phone and said hi. I've been with too many people who called only to say goodbye. Sometimes I read this from the dying passion in their eyes Sometimes from the awkward silence and often from their lies. Will you sit through my grief long enough that it turns into a smile? Will you, Will you for once tell me I am strong even though I'm fragile. I'm in the telephone box now dialing random numbers on an imaginary list praying in my heart someone like you can still exist.