Pieces of my shattered self
Rain from a lilac sky
Can you pick them up?
Will you pick them up?
Pieces of my shattered soul
Are scattered on the floor
Why am I so broken?
I blame myself, but in reality,
It's your fault
Pieces of my broken heart,
And it's blood stains my my white clothes,
You pick them up one by one in a dream
While in reality, you can't see
The pieces of a broken me
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