Pieces

I’m still stuck at a disadvantage, sometimes I can’t manage, damn it, I’m really trying not to panic, but I just can’t handle all this damage, my heart needs a bandage, or maybe surgery, I guess it’s okay that you haven’t heard from me, you was my baby but you burnt down my nursery, and you won’t even say a word to me, I gave you my all and you still committed burglary, you gave me your word but ain’t keep it, I’ll leave you alone... while I’m left in pieces,