For every time my heart breaks...
When you see the pieces on the floor
after my heart can take no more
and falls out of it's place within my soul,
look to the floor and yes, behold
the many pieces of my heart
after it just breaks apart
and you will see no matter what,
when i try to pick it up,
there's always pieces left behind
and some that i can never find.
So when my heart i try to mend
and try to fix it, in the end,
my heart is really not complete
because some pieces never reach
to make my heart anew and whole,
it's just not what it was before.
Take heed to words, even if true,
'cause in the end they make me blue
and cause enough of grief so that
i cannot keep my heart attached.
See if it falls too many times
there'll come a point i can't deny
when my heart will be nothing more
than shattered pieces on the floor.