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Pieces


It's really quite incredible How you never failed to love me How when most people would just stop and stare You were still there You see what people don't know Is that when I fell to pieces You stuck around to pick up those pieces Each and every one You found the pieces that fell behind the couch That melted off in the rain You caught them just before they went down the drain You sat down and took time with my pieces You looked at them like a puzzle And you worked on that Messy, beautiful, complicated puzzle Until the pieces fit together again But you didn't stop there No you wouldn't stop there You glued them so they wouldn't fall apart again So I could go on when you're gone When you're gone When you're gone Now you're gone And I'm supposed to go on And maybe I can because All my pieces have been put together again All the little pieces The piece of me that cries The piece of me that laughs at your laughter The piece of me that loves to sing The piece of me that writes poetry All the little pieces The piece of me that tells little white lies, "How are you?" "I'm fine." That thinks and thinks and over thinks before I speak That takes life a little too seriously The piece of me that constantly fidgets And cooks spaghetti And can't dance And puts on chapstick religiously And wants to look pretty All the pieces of me Jagged misshapen All the little pieces of me that fell apart That fell behind that couch That melted away in the rain That almost went down the drain But you caught them You caught them and you lifted them up Up up You lifted them up Uplifted - my pieces are uplifted My pieces don't cry anymore My pieces don't tell little white lies anymore You smoothed the edges And you solved the puzzle You put back together the puzzle You put back together me And that's when I thought we Would be we But then you were gone And it's just me With all my little pieces That you put back together With all my little pieces All my little pieces Except you.
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