paroles de chanson Picking up Pieces - Wendy McNeill

Glory can come from devotion
So I did that, so I did that
But duty can be a bitter potion
Know I did that, know I did that
Lonely steps, my first away
But I did that, but I did that
Cold as the blade that cut my roots away
Now I would throw my body to the ground
If I thought it would change things
Give me some kind of reason
For why you want me crawling around
Picking up pieces
When these aren't my pieces
I used to be one of those girls
That would skip down the street
I used to be one of those girls
That would
I would throw my body to the ground
If I thought it would change things
Give me some kind of reason
For why you want me crawling around
Picking up pieces
When these aren't my pieces
I used to be one of those girls
That would skip down the street
I used to be one of those girls
That would