Pieces.

With million walking around you,
You stop and hold that wall,
Punch the sides and rest your head,
When the tears fall down,
You've realised it all,
It all makes sense and you're broken hearted.

If they stop and see,
They'll let you be,
In pieces, and shattered.
Your hopes and dreams battered.

When you walk up the hill,
Just letting go of that pain.
Feel better with just the light over there.
You try to feel better,
With the coldness of the river.
With the shrill of their voices,
Trying to fit in with the new environment.
Blocking all the memories,
But they come back to you.
Like the haunted dreams,
And the broken heart.
They come back to you,
In pieces..
They always do.

If they stop and see,
They'll let you be,
In pieces, and shattered.
Your hopes and dreams battered.