These are the pieces of
Pieces of me forgetting you
I made them live without
The parts that still belong to you
Still belong to you
These are the poor lost souls
The holes of yesterdays needs
And we're just made to belong
And we were born to repeat
We are the living proof of black and white
We are the Sunday news of better times
And all the desperate songs,
They will make you cry
And you'll try to disguise...

The truth
Yes the truth, it seems so fine
But give me lies
Your lies are mine
I wanna see a different real
If you can feel, then I can heal
And all the days that came across
Cannot replace the days I've lost
And all the seamless ups and downs
They only make me wear your crown of pretty pieces
Crown of pretty pieces

These were the pieces of, pieces of me forgiving you
I made them die in love...