Picking Up Pieces

I really need to talk with you I keep stepping on the vein That keeps my lifeline flowing through. I wanna be your perfect stick of glue But I don't feel perfect at all, A Sad and insecure flaw I find it hard to hold conversations I get sweaty, sick, and I wanna walk away No, it's not you, this is strictly me in this situation I'm wondering will it ever go away? Just go away, still... Sometimes I feel like weeping Awake and when I'm sleeping Perfecting how to put a game face on This puzzle I've been keeping Has been in hiding creeping Out the closet door, spilling out onto the floor; How long will I be picking up pieces? How long will I be picking up my heart? Listen, I'll be as honest as I feel I'm getting more paranoid, and I'm hearing things And they never turn out real. It feels like my heart is made of pure steel, It's just so heavy all the time. I'm scared of death, I'm scared of living I gave up on the past 'cause it's unforgiving I misplaced my trust, I Watched my word begin to rust, I'm that balloon about to bust I need a place for reliving still - Sometimes I feel like weeping Awake and when I'm sleeping Perfecting how to put a game face on And This puzzle I've been keeping Has been in hiding creeping Out the closet door, spilling out onto the floor; How long will I be picking up pieces? How long will I be picking up my heart? Be Picking up my heart? (x3) Picking up my heart? How long (in another space in time) will I be Picking up pieces (in the corner of my mind?) How long (it's getting oh so hard to find) will I be Picking up pieces (in the corner of my mind?) C'mon... Whoah... But I still walk on...