These pieces, these broken pieces,
They mean nothing now
It's like it used to love
But it's forgotten how
I can not mend it
For it's far too worse
All these broken pieces,
Are a lingering curse
It'll never be the same
It'll never be like before
Because my heart gave up itself
Like a dirty, worthless whore
These broken fucking pieces
Pain me at the sight
And so do the boys who think
That they can make things right
No, boys do not fix things
They fondle and poke
But nobody needs to waste their time
On things already broke
These peices, my pieces
They yearn for stupid effects
But the only yearning i have
Is a yearning for good sex
So, fuck these broken pieces,
What good are they to me
These inanimate little pieces
That used to be me.