Everything comes in pieces.
Do you love me yet?
Fucking prove it.
Try to ask yourself:
Are you really different?
Know that your life is more frightening than writing a song.
It's an action of fractions you're passing along
And these oceans of emotion will crash once they hit the shore (I promise you)
And it's the closest I will get to sincerity.
Every praise I make just looks so fake and crude to me
And it's the closest I will come to purity.
Simulations never follow me.
QUESTA è FORTE
Blondie - Fragments (Official Audio) My heart is made up of pieces.
Do you get it yet?
Can't you see through this?
You know all too well
You cannot make things perfect.
No, I'll be shifting through lists of these possible loves
With this pain in my brain. It feels scattered like doves
Though the sky where my eyes have been drifting towards recently
And it's the closest I can be to egocentricity.
This overwhelming sense of rejection will sneak behind and tear at me
And it'll slam me to the ground into reality
And I'll deal with my disparity.
My heart is made up of pieces.
Do you get it yet?
Can't you see through this?
You know all too well
You cannot make things perfect.
No, I'll be shifting through lists of these possible loves
With this pain in my brain. It feels scattered like doves
Though the sky where my eyes have been drifting towards recently
And it's the closest I can be to egocentricity.
This overwhelming sense of rejection will sneak behind and tear at me
And it'll slam me to the ground into reality
And I'll deal with my disparity.
My heart is made up of pieces.
Why don't you love me now?
This is where I fall down shattered on the floor
As I'm swept around with a million more
Pieces of myself I once learned to lose
Though it never helped me forget the truth.
THE TRUTH.
Do you love me now?
