All the Little Pieces

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