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Are

you ready!?

Intro — melodic nursery-rhyme

All of my pieces laid out on the floor,

Some of them fit, but they hurt like before.

All of the ways that I tried to pretend

Couldn't put me back together again.

Verse 1 —intense melodic groove

Picking up pieces I kicked underneath,

Some of them cut when I give them a squeeze.

Funny how much I was willing to keep

Just to have something familiar to me.

Back to the habit of calling it healing,

Packing it tight till I bury the feeling.

Said I was fine with my foot on the ceiling—

Whole damn life upside down, still dealing.

Wait—

Which part wanted to get back together?

Which part thought I deserved any better?

Which part learned how to laugh through a lecture,

Then went home and repeated the gesture?

I got good at the quick little fix,

Got real sick of the tricks that I did.

Now there's nothing to hide underneath—

Everything's out where I finally can see.

Pre-Chorus — rising, strained

I keep trying to make it fit

The way it was before.

Every time I force it back,

It hurts a little more.

Chorus — explosive, melodic

I’m falling apart with the pieces still buried in me,

Holding them tight like they’re all that I’m ever allowed to be.

Piece by piece, I rebuild, but it still feels strange,

Putting the past back together and calling it change.

I wanna believe there’s a part of me bigger than pain,

Something worth finding in all of the pieces that still remain.

If I put myself back together, will I finally mend,

Or spend the rest of my life getting better at playing pretend?

Verse 2 — heavier, syncopated rap

Check—

I was the first one to call myself useless,

Handed you proof so you wouldn't dispute it.

You took a shot and I helped you excuse it;

Told you the joke, then I laughed while you used it.

Damn, that's a difficult thing to admit:

I was participating in all of that shit.

Waiting for someone to tell me to quit

While I kept making excuses to sit.

Now—

Pick one up, take a minute, examine it.

Is it mine? Did I want it? Who handed it?

Spent so long living up to the damage,

I forgot I could choose how to handle it.

Some of it stays, some of it goes,

Some of it takes more time than I know.

I used to need this finished by morning,

Now I can work at a pace of my own.

Pre-Chorus — rising, strained

I keep trying to make it fit

The way it was before.

Every time I force it back,

It hurts a little more.

Chorus — explosive, melodic

I’m falling apart with the pieces still buried in me,

Holding them tight like they’re all that I’m ever allowed to be.

Piece by piece, I rebuild, but it still feels strange,

Putting the past back together and calling it change.

I wanna believe there’s a part of me bigger than pain,

Something worth finding in all of the pieces that still remain.

If I put myself back together, will I finally mend,

Or spend the rest of my life getting better at playing pretend?

Bridge — sparse bass, close vocal

There's a part of me that misses

Knowing what to do.

Even when it meant accepting

What you put me through.

Now I get to make decisions.

Now I have to let them stand.

And it scares the shit out of me

To have that in my hands.

Breakdown — rhythmic shouts

Pick

it up!

Look again!

I decide!

What goes back in.

Final Chorus — soaring, full intensity

I’m finding my way with the pieces still scattered around,

Learning to trust in myself with each piece that I lift from the ground.

Piece by piece, I’m becoming someone I can hold fast,

And I’m starting to see I can grow without rebuilding the past.

I’m learning to live with the part of me carrying pain,

Finding the worth in myself through the pieces that still remain.

When I put myself back together, I’ll give it a chance,

To be someone real in the end, not a life that I live in a trance.