I picked up your pieces
Time and again
I was your glue
No matter your sin
I never knew
Where you had been
You never tried
To be a friend
I picked up your pieces
Time and again
You threw up your meals
And starved yourself thin
I took you to doctors
You lied poorly to them
Then refused help
With that sinister grin
I picked up your pieces
Time and again
You tested my love
Slicing your skin
I healed your cuts
Thought I could win
Knit them together
Wore myself thin
I picked up your pieces
Time and again
You spilled your problems
And caused such a din
Like pills from a bottle
I put them back in
Wish that I could have
Helped you back then
I picked up your pieces
Time and again
I shouldn't have listened
To any of them
Should have trusted my gut
Knew I couldn't win
Knew you were problems
Should've run like the wind
I picked up your pieces
Time and again
All that I got
For helping you then
Was my shattered soul
And your selfish grin
With millions of pieces
Swept into the bin
You broke me in pieces
Helping you then
So a disposable servant
To discard like tin
Asked me dig the hole
You buried me in
Wish that I hadn't
Helped you back then
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