One piece here and one chip there, I am broken beyond repair
Why should I care?

Soon you won't be able to see me at all
If the sun shines down on me tomorrow
Will it fill me up or leave me hollow?
Not quite disappearing altogether
I'm here but I'm never solid....

No one comes and no one calls
I might as well not be here at all
I crack up, I break down
On a ledge above solid ground
Please talk me down