I lay on bed, trying to find myself,
A broken guy, can’t recognize himself,
Those broken pieces, scattered in my head,
Piece them together, it easy to be said.
Can you glue back a vase that’s broken?
Take back the words, once they’ve been spoken?
Puzzled, I look in the mirror,
And the answer couldn’t be more clearer.
How can I complete this puzzle,
And build me back from all this rubble,
When there is one missing part,
A part you have. You have my heart.
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