The Stylistics - Pieces

Foolish pride can reap destruction.
I feel its darts to the mind.

I let my pride stand in between us.
Never knowing that I had built
A wall protecting a need inside
Me.

I was a fool thinking only of me.
Not seeing nothing more than my
Precious pride and ego.

Now all the left for me.

Pieces of a photograph.
I tore in half. Pieces of
Love. Pieces of the past!

Pieces of a photograph.
I tore in half. Pieces of
Love. Pieces of the past!

Time is made with face a shadow
And like a thief in the night.
It comes to call slowly creeping
It disappears in the light.

But I won't ever break that the chain around me.
I'll find away to shine off the things that bind me.
Memories still spinning their webs upon me.
But now I'm left alone.

Pieces of a photograph.
I tore in half. Pieces of chorus
Love. Pieces of the past!

Pieces of a photograph.
I tore in half. Pieces of
Love. Pieces of the past!

Pieces of a photograph.
I tore in half. Pieces of
Love. Pieces of the past!

Pieces of a photograph.
I tore in half. Pieces of
Love. Pieces of the past!