Solace (Taken a Part of Me)

Maybe I'm the tree
And you're the paper
Surrounded by an aura of ignorant bliss
Not knowing
You're existence took a part of me
And you continue to be painted or written
While I've got a part of me missing
That can't be replaced

You continue to have a purpose
While I'm slowly falling apart
People selfishly taking parts of me
Until there's nothing left but rubble and debris
And the thought that you may remember
That you were a part of me.