Scattered Pieces
Scattered Pieces Of life, Scattered Pieces of Death
My Scattered Pieces Of Birth, Are the only scattered pieces thats Left
As I Look Upon The Broken pieces of my Self pride
And Notice Only Disrespect and Hate That Noone can Hide
I Shake my head in Disagreement Of my own Self
As If Someone Took me and jus Hung me from A shelf
To collect dust wit all the rest of Useless Things
My Scattered Life Will only Come to Bring
More and More Scattered Things
That Will Scatter The Scatters that were There
That will Cover up The Love and Hope That was to spair
Every Piece Of Hate will be put together
every piece of Prospeirity Will be torn like a feather
The only Thing That will remain
Are the pieces Of what Never Came
Not Jus any Pieces Of any Thing
Big Pieces Of everything That was Never to come
Never To Be seen By many or by Some
But None Will know What Came
Because Scattered Pieces Is All That Remain