Broken Little Pieces Of Stained Glass

Those little fragments of me
Those little broken pieces of stained glass
They’re black as night, yes
But they’re a part of me

Those little dark pieces of my past
Those little broken pieces of stained glass
They’re terrible, dark times, yes
But they’re a part of me

Those little happy memories
Those little broken pieces of stained glass
They’re blissful, happy times, yes
But they’re a part of me

I haven’t had the best life
I haven’t had the worst
As much as I’d like to move on
Change is something I don’t welcome

Those pieces of my past
Those little broken pieces of stained glass
They hurt so much, yes
But they’re a part of me