I cut myself on my own broken pieces
While trying to build myself back together
The pain has a funny way of bringing life
Proving to myself that I still exist
I pick up more of my pieces, my blood drips
Staining my once transparent self forever
I don\'t want to be broken anymore
So I must put myself back together
But I keep getting cut
And my blood
Keeps
Dripping
on
the
floor.