Texty: Lifetime. Somewhere In The Swamps Of Jersey. Pieces.

When nothings left but shattered pieces of my dream i find it hard to face the day my motivations disappeared it seems pieces of my dreams lying on the ground i close my eyes but i hear their sound so when i turn around and see those pieces on the ground i go on back pick them up and build it up like stone now i stand stronger i benefit from pain i find it easier to face the day my heart knows nothing but gain