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