Little Pieces

The last few years have been so frustrating
I lose little pieces of myself each day
The lines get deeper on my face each season
Say I don't care as I weather away

Child became the man I know
Man becomes a memory
Stories told in voices of the child in me

Early in the day when the fog starts burning
From the edges of a roof of a nearby home
Surely it's a sign of a long dark yearning
I wonder if I'll ever feel the same again

Where do you wanna go?
What do you wanna do?
Maybe we'll stay at home
Does that sound good to you?

Some days I feel so high
I can see myself across the great divide
And I felt like a trophy on a shelf
I'm losing little pieces of myself

The last few years have been so amazing
I find little pieces of myself each day
The light gets brighter on my face each season
I find little pieces of myself each day

I found little pieces of myself each day
I found little pieces of myself each day
I found little pieces of myself each day