.a million little pieces.

The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.

I broke something, Old Man.

How badly is it broken?

It's in a million little pieces.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

Why?

It can't be fixed.

Why?

It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.

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a daughter in a house of fools,
am i ever gonna kick these blues?
whatever am i gonna do?
im so confused.
living in a big excuse.


a lifeless cord
and eighteen sparks.
ninetine sparks.
twenty.
twenty.
twenty more
drinks
and ill be alright.
horrific words,
im bathing in the stoicism.
havent felt this way,
havent felt this way.
since the day you went away.

you asked me what i thought
that night before we left.
i said id tell you later,
found myself out of breath.
you never asked, and i never told
ever since that day, i grew
more and more cold.
no one ever knew.
statements were more than bold,
decided it better to be cold,
cold,
cold.

get the letter out.
i would say that
you could be my favorite place-
speaking in tongues
ive always been the one to..

throw it all away.
i would say
driving that train
was the best ive felt in years.
im turning like a leaf,
but theres no where left to drift.
everyone else has turned around.
turn around,
i see you running.

wishing you a,
wish you a,
wish my lips would
cooperate. ((a bit late))
im pushing these words through,
its just no use.
theres no talking to you.
my lips refuse,
living in a big excuse.
no way, no how
wont ruin you now.

you could be my...
i would be your only..


i wonder when i fell off.

i looked to the water
i dont believe what i see
someones playing a terrible,
terrible joke on me.
but im alone.

we were sitting in a field.
im sitting in a field.