Pieces

I'm talking to myself
About myself
We see our lives as free – all possibilities
But come what may
The clouds are here to stay
But we keep on keeping on
All through the barricades

And as the day turns night
They just try to stay alive
But the boys don’t feel
As though they can open up inside

Do I walk the line?
Do I speak my mind?
It isn’t hard to find
The pieces that I left –
Broken by the mind of someone else

I'm talking to myself
About myself
We see our lives as free – all possibilities
But come what may
The clouds are here to stay
But we keep on keeping on
All through the barricades

And as the day turns night
They just try to stay alive
But the boys don’t feel
As though they can open up inside

They’re boarding up the streets
They said it wouldn’t be like this
No words to count upon –
What’s masculinity?

Do I walk the line?
Do I speak my mind?
It isn’t hard to find
The pieces that I left –
Broken by the mind of someone else

Do I walk the line?
Do I speak my mind?
It isn’t hard to find
The pieces that I left –
Broken by the mind of someone else