In Pieces(Glass in the Sand)

Letters;
Scattered around the bedroom floor
"To remember me by" he had told you.
Those days, so few, long, long, ago.

Today;
You've got to be story
No one understands
How you feel about this whole thing

You're in pieces;
Just like the glass in the sand.

You want to go home;
You don't want it to be true.

"It was suicide" they said.
That made you hurt.
He wasn't that kind of guy.
He was your best friend, he wouldn't do this to you.

So while the others;
They just tell you to forget.

You stay in pieces;
Just like the glass in the sand.