Why is my life in pieces?
Why is my life in pieces? Why does no one understand?
Can't I be with someone, who's not afraid to see who I am?
Yeah, I'm probably crazy, I may be consistent;
But that's because…I'm not afraid to be different.
I'm not perfect, is that why everyone hates me?
My life is in pieces, can't we make things history?
I never loved saying goodbye, but why did I have to?
A good friend is gone… and I never wanted her to.
My life is in pieces, why can't anyone see that?
I want to turn things around…is that so bad?
I never chose to be this way.
I never chose my name.
I never chose my life.
So…why is it in pieces?