When I'm down and out, and the world's crashed over me
Confused and abandoned, left empty-handed
I smile with irony, so no one sees beneath
I gotta pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces of my soul
I carry fear and doubt and a soul that's weary
With a smile that I've branded, surrounded yet so stranded
Stuck in eternity
I gotta pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces of my soul
I miss the days when I was complete, forgetting what that feels like
I've found my ways to hide what's missing, only to just get by
But I'm tired of saying someday I will be, so I'll reach down and try to
I gotta pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces of my soul