Picking up

Picking up my shattered heart
will take so long
time i don't have
time i can't spend
feeling each piece in my hand
they break as i touch
feeling betrayed and alone
it cuts my hands like a blade
bringing a tear with each piece
memories of you
they make me cry
the good times
there never were any bad times
as long as i was with you
and i ended up with a shattered heart
feeling dead and alone at first
still wanting your love
but knowing i could never have it