Can you piece me together
And watch me fall apart

Can you helpless watch as I sit and sulk
Or can you just be open minded and talk

Could you ever find all the answers
And would you tell them to me

Or would you hold me tight
And linger in the mystery

I'm an empty bookshelf
Whose books are all in disarray on the floor
With broken bindings and missing pages

Knowing this would you look at me the same
Or is this just one of your phases

Are you still spellbound by the passages of my life
Or is all this going to cause another strife