There are thousands of tiny pieces to me
I’m not whole at all
I’ve been broken and remolded so many times
I don’t recognize myself anymore
Every time I make a cut
Every time you rose you’re hard
Bits were broken tears were shed
A fragile being in the hands of a storm
Excepted the hand of fate
Take the razor clean and sharp
Make the changes needed
Maybe piece by pieces one day I'll carve
The person I want to be