All the Little Pieces

All the little pieces
And all of your cries have been false alarms
All the little pieces
All the little pieces come apart
No, you can't pick up the pieces
All the little pieces come apart

All the little pieces come apart
Some I know will always be the same
And you can't pick up the pieces
Some I know will always stay the same
Nobody knows that all the little pieces
All the little pieces
All the little pieces of your heart
All which have been stuck into your arms

I look at all the friends I've known, now some have changed
All the little pieces of your heart
Nobody knows, nobody knows
I look at all the children whose hearts are strong
Running down the streets, nothing's wrong
If you happen to look away from the people
I look at all the children whose hearts are strong
Running down the streets like nothing's wrong
Nobody knows what happens
And you feel the prick from pins and the needles
I look at all the friends I've known, now some have changed

When the moon blew now
That all the little pieces come apart
All the little pieces of your heart