Pieces

My heart's a ruin but I keep on building
these new structures without a foundation
and the doors are locked, the windows broken,
a crowd on the front porch with words unspoken.

When the sun is shining this dust appears
and keeps reminding me of all these years
where I tore down so many buildings
and I just wish it would rain again.

Why I feel lost in this vicious circle
while I can't remember how it works,
where it started and if it will end.
Next one at the door, good bye my friend.

On this day I just wanted to say I'm sorry
here I stand screaming from the second story,
my suffocated heart, which longs for salvation
and I just wish the answer wont take too long.

"Whilst I'm alive constructing my kingdom
so many bricks had to fall down this wrong
and painful road; and I wish I'd never hurt,
I'd never tore down your houses into this dirt.

But today I want to give you all of the pieces
which belong to me and my run down palace
to fill all the gaps and holes in your homes
for you can be whole again I'll stay alone."

And everything I touch falls into pieces.
And every time I think I should leave this place behind.
And everything I build falls into pieces.
And every time I think it's time to touch my own heart.