All the little pieces come apart
All the little pieces of your heart
I look at all the children

whose hearts are strong
running down the streets like nothings wrong
I look at all the frineds I knew

Now some have changed
Some I know will always be the same
Nobody knows what happens when the moon blew now

Nobody knows, Nobody knows

That all the little pieces come apart

All the little pieces of your heart
All the little pieces come apart
All the little pieces of your heart


If you happen to look away from the people
and you feel the prick from pins and the needles

all which have been stuck into your arms
and all of your cries have been false alarms
and you can't pick up the pieces

no, you can't pick up the pieces
awwwwww....


I look at all the children whose hearts are strong
Running down the streets like nothings wrong
I look at all the friends I've known

Some have changed
Some will always stay same
Nobody know that all the little pieces

all the little pieces
all the little pieces come apart
all the little pieces of your heart

all the little pieces
all the little pieces
all the little pieces come apart

all the little pieces of your heart