Pieces

We pick up the pieces that are left of us to find
We might not see them but we'll reach them if we try
I guess I'm still broken but with you I will be fine
We're moving on and on and on and face the day
And we're growing strong and not afraid of what's in our way
Now they think we're lost and they think we're gone
But we're gonna prove they are all wrong.



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