my pieces

its a blank page
back to stage one
i run to find
the reason why
i shut my eyes
and pretend im blind
look close to find

the flaws on my face
will take the place of love
in your mind

say what you want
and flaunt
how you live
and what you can give
and what you deserve
in return

but dont expect too much
for what i touch
turns to sand
and slips through my hands

you can ask for
this heart of glass
but you will only get it
one piece at a time
because its broken