I pick up the scattered pieces of my heart.
They lie in pieces on the floor, I know some pieces are forever lost to me.
I pick up the scattered pieces of my heart,
and I know that my heart will never be the same. I close my eyes to the shearing pain in my empty chest.
I pick up the scattered pieces of my heart. I live in pain and I can never love again, I will forever be alone.
I throw away the scattered pieces of my heart, I wish no more to piece them together.