Volumes

Can you piece me together And watch me fall apart Can you helpless watch as I sit and sulk Or can you just be open minded and talk Could you ever find all the answers And would you tell them to me Or would you hold me tight And linger in the mystery I'm an empty bookshelf Whose books are all in disarray on the floor With broken bindings and missing pages Knowing this would you look at me the same Or is this just one of your phases Are you still spellbound by the passages of my life Or is all this going to cause another strife