Picking Up the Pieces (feat. Chill da God)

My accent is derivative of missing my ex and
Acting like I'm fine, when I'm really just masking
Multitasking, don't know what its like to be everlasting
Can't fight my way out of a wet paper casket
Don't ask kid, I drown my sorrows with a case labeled basket
The voice in my head is about to get his ass kicked
'Cause every dream I ever had has been sad from the start
So when we started to part, it really tore me apart
You know they say that home is where the heart is
I guess I come from a broken home, you pulled the carpet
Out from under my feet, I'm still floored
Leaving parts of myself behind on your floor
No more, I really had enough to think
Lost the only thing in my life that felt secure in one blink
Now I'm avoiding the drink, cause quite honestly
Sometimes the thing I'm most scared of is me
You see I still feel puzzled as I try to
Modge podge my hodgepodge life and rethink the puzzle
With out seeing the cover photo on the box
The struggle is real but I'm strong like an ox
I don't know what to do
I gave away parts of myself, the best ones went to you
But its not you, its a me problem
Now I'm a piece of shattered glass with a knee problem

Left picking up the pieces
Redefining what my peace is
I'm left picking up the pieces
Redefining what my peace is



Credits
Writer(s): David Bupp
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