I give the pieces of me to the wrong people and it seems they are playing for keeps
They never cared they just wanted to see me weep
I didn't know that when I saw them, though I can never look into eyes
I think it is because if I do they will see all my lies
You should probably know what they'll see so you're not so scared
I am broken and on the inside completely despaired
I had a panic attack yesterday and I scared people
They look at me as I have been trying to avoid
The eyes of judgement and sympathy for the destroyed
I'm not happy and I have lost a piece of me.
I would say it was part of my heart, but I'm still pumping blood, my chambers are boiling.
I think something inside of me is slowly spoiling, it is part of my brain and I know that sounds technical.
Though let's get real, what's acceptable.
So if you are driving your car and see a sign please return part of me this is why.
I'd rather be dead than live with the lies