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Pieces

They all want to takes pieces of me
The bank won’t leave me be
Neighbours won’t let me breathe
Landladies calling me
A fragment here, a small piece there
To bosses, friends, and lovers
To my pet and to my mother
They all want pieces of me
There’s not enough to go ‘round
I hide in solace ‘til I’m found
By exes, hexes, unanswered texts
Cold calls, UPS guys, insurance guys
Never knew it could hurt so much to cry
Skeleton’s trembling and I don’t know why
No more pieces to go ‘round
No more of me to be shared
I can barely cure my own heartache
Can take the maximum I could take
They say God never gives you more than you can bear
But God never answered any of my prayers
Fragments of me lining the street
Pieces of my life on the wall, on the sheets
Leaving a trail behind me as I embark
On this new journey into the dark
They all want to take pieces of me

All I ever wanted was to be free


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