Pretty Little Pieces
This is a, I guess you could call it sad, song that I wrote in spite of how I’m on my third cancer scare now within two years and people have just kind of brushed it off because it’s my third one. This one is especially scary to me though because the doctor had already said he’s doing a biopsy. So I just wrote this to calm my nerves down and I hope that whomever partakes in these lyrics, if they or someone they know is going through something similar, I hope it calms them down as well. I didn’t write this song about me. Well, yes, it’s about me but it’s not just me. It’s for any other person; boy or girl, old or young, etc, to get the feeling that they’re not alone in this and if it is cancer, they can beat if they have the right mindset.
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(Verse 1)
Once upon a time,
There lived a different girl
With a happy-filled life,
God, her whole world.
She was mentally ill,
In her courageous ways.
She was positive still.
No matter what, her head was raised.
(Pre Chorus)
One night she fled the nest,
Passed out and there she rest.
EMTs picked her up.
Now they are running tests,
For her, to see what’s best.
Water-filled cups.
She’s scared to death.
(Chorus)
The girl, she needs this,
Special attention.
None of this is fiction,
She’s got a restriction.
She’s fallen to pieces;
Pretty little pieces.
She has a temptation,
To swipe out the nation,
With her smile, her eyes,
And where her pretty little pieces lie.
(Verse 2)
She finds a place to weep,
She cries and cries in her bed.
Then she drifts off to sleep,
Relaxes her hard day head.
The girl has been sick for so long,
She refuses to believe it’s bad.
But inside she knows something is wrong.
She cannot show she’s sad.
(Pre Chorus)
Sits and writes in her room,
Tired of being sick.
She gets the endoscopy soon,
She’ll see if this is it.
(Chorus)
The girl, she needs this,
Special attention.
None of this is fiction,
She’s got a restriction.
She’s fallen to pieces;
Pretty little pieces.
She has a temptation,
To swipe out the nation,
With her smile, her eyes,
And where her pretty little pieces lie.
The girl, she needs this,
Special attention.
None of this is fiction,
She’s got a restriction.
She’s fallen to pieces;
Pretty little pieces.
She has a temptation,
To swipe out the nation,
With her smile, her eyes,
And where her pretty little pieces lie.
(Hook)
She’s had so many scares,
That suddenly nobody XXXXXX
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