The broken pieces of me
Lie scattered at your feet
As you head out the door
Gather up in my palms
I scrape pieces off the floor
All the eye can see
Not a shred of me
A million reflections of you
Where is the girl I knew
She who used to be me
Lie scattered at your feet
As you head out the door
Gather up in my palms
I scrape pieces off the floor
All the eye can see
Not a shred of me
A million reflections of you
Where is the girl I knew
She who used to be me
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