Novel & Cerita Cut My Life Into Pieces Lyrics

Dear love, I’m scared, are you mine or someone else’s My crime is I’m too deep I feel so uncomfortable I am the side chick obviously Oh have mercy love Make me smile and make it last I love you, my love Dear love, Like an onion you bring tears to my eyes Like a knife, you cut too deep Like acid, you have eaten up my flesh You took my smile and turned it over I am like a dead tree branch My only lifeline was you but still I wonder how long that line would hold

'In case I don't live forever, let me tell you now I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth I'm everything that I am because of you' I stopped for a second as I could feel my voice breaking because of how much I wanted to cry. Gab, he moved closer to me and even started slowly patting my arm about his tummy. 'I, I've carried this song in my mind Listen, it's echoing in me But I haven't helped you to hear it We, we've only got so much time I'm pretty sure it would kill me If you didn't know the pieces of me are pieces of you

knowing my own so called father killed my mother. I entered my room and saw my guitar lying on my bed. I took it from the bed and held it in between my arms. I adjusted the nuts and started rubbing my fingers across it. "I'm still holding onto everything that's dead and gone.. I dont wanna say goodbye 'cause this one means forever. Now you're in the stars and six feet's never felt so far Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers. Oh it hurts so hard for a million different reasons, You took the best of my life and left the rest in pieces... I'm still holding...holding...holding on.."

“If our love was just a circus you'd be a clown by now... Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did.. looking like a true survivor.. feeling like a little kid..” I move to the mirror, picking up my toothbrush and rinsing it. “I'm still standing after all this time... Picking up the pieces of my life without you by my side...” I squirt toothpaste in it and pop it in my mouth. I am humming along to the words, eyes closed. I am moving around, swaying my hips in tune to the music.

"But love isn't a bottomless pit. It drains away with every lie, every time you dismiss someone." The last trace of composure on Brandon's face finally cracked. "I won't agree to this." "You don't have the right to disagree anymore." I looked at him, my voice still soft but colder than the sea wind. "Brandon, your biggest problem isn't that you don't love me. It's that you always assumed that as long as you turned around, everyone else would still be standing there waiting." The moon rose to the center of the sky. I felt the invisible thread in my chest being slowly pulled away, and the pain was so sharp that cold sweat beaded on my forehead. But I didn't make a sound.

I turn it over, I turn it over I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell -Cut by Plumb I’m not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile flame aged With misery And when our eyes meet I know you’ll see I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I’m tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut I may seem crazy Or painfully shy And these scars wouldn’t be so hidden If you would just look me in the eye I feel alone here and cold here Though I don’t want to die But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills i

My heart shattered into a million pieces. “That’s not my name.”

Just before the bomb exploded, I closed my eyes in despair and sent one final message through mind-link. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I hereby sever my Mate Bond with you." And with that, I cut the mind-link.

Because I was finally broken into a million pieces. Pieces that even he, wouldn't be able to piece back together.

All I can do now is pick up the shattered pieces of my life and try to move on, even though it feels impossible. I spend the rest of the day lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinking about all that I've lost. I can't help but feel angry and bitter. It's not fair that I have to suffer like this. It's not fair that my baby had to die. As the sun sets and darkness envelops the room, I finally force myself to get up. I walk over to the broken pieces of my phone and pick them up, trying to piece them together as a metaphor for my life. But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to make the broken pieces fit together again.