Bits & Pieces

For a while we're whole, I think  
Then these things happen, these people happen  
We give ourselves away, because it feels so good.
Bits and pieces.
Then they take them, because it feels so good,
and maybe they're tired of giving.
And when they leave us,
we wonder why we feel so empty.
So we run around looking, desperate
for any bits and pieces.
Maybe we'll find them