Pieces of the Broken
Written by Nightingale
~V1~
When your insides turn to mush and your brain is on the sidewalk
See me laugh as I pass you by, pass you by, pass you by
Your own life is your fault and is in your hands alone
So don't expect me to see you and cry, and cry, and cry

~V2~
Knife in heart, bullet in head, rope around neck, around neck
To bleed is to love is to hate is to cut your fate on your skin
Grasp the situation, insanity flowing through your cursed veins
That gun looks so damn tempting, hello sal-va-tion!

~Pre-Chorus~
The ghost of your past is catching up you find
Drenched in this blood that you have drained
You can run but you can't hide from ties that bind
And you try and lie that you've been framed
Failure of love is not uncommon umong your kind
Your head hung and you are blamed
For the rotting corpse that on the light is shined
You cry out that you're the victim and have been maimed
But you discover that no one cares about your mind
And you are now alone and should be ashamed

~Chorus~
The pieces of the broken fall on yo-ou
Fall on you, fall on you
Their bodies hang from the dark mo-on
The dark moon, the dark moon
And their blood is on your ha-ands
On your hands, on your hands
The pieces of the bro-oken
The pieces of the bro-oken

~V3~
How do you like to feel contempt and looked down upon?
Ripped to shreds by the judging jaws of your owner
How do you like to be beaten and flung about like a doll
Do you like to be called a low-life no-good loner?

~V4~
You had it all, you were on the throne, you had your fun
But baby, those fifteen minutes of fame are gone
I'm glad you soared high, you crashed harder that way
And now you are the lowest of low, looked down upon

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