[Verse] Every time I start out I run into a wall Pick up the pieces that fall to the floor I see mortar, I see brick My fists are skin; I long to see through it So I swing and I swing and I swing and I know Once I don't have the strength anymore And I fall to the floor I'm in pieces I'm in pieces, pieces, pieces, pieces So I swing and I swing and I swing and I know Once I don't have the strength anymore And I fall to the floor I'm in pieces I'm in pieces, pieces, pieces, pieces