I'm of many different deep ocean blues and flaming hot reds
There are thousands of pieces to me, which a great number are misplaced
I'm scattered all over the floor, in the closets and under the bed
I'm the puzzle in which no one has nor ever will try to put back together
I was whole until he entered my life, that summer night
He's the reason why I'm cut into the tiny pieces that I am currently
As soon As I collect some of my pieces, someone walts on and distorts me furthermore
Selfish people come around and walk all over me, breaking me further
Everyone without intions hurt and break me
The lost pieces I'm afraid will never be found, for I will never be whole again