Picking Up The Pieces

You pray for your world to be whole
You’re picking up the pieces of a shattered memory that you lost long
ago
And you’re waiting for some one to save you
But no one is going to save you so you might as well save your self
just like we do
Now you’re covered in sorrow washing it off again
Just like before
Wash it off
You would kill for a heart made of stone
Because every time you get back up there is some there to put you
right where you fell
And now you’ve locked your self up in your heart
And your never going to let someone back inside to put you right at
the start
You’re covered in sorrow washing it off again
Just like before
You’re covered in sorrow washing it off again
Just like before
You’re covered in sorrow
Now wash it off