[Intro] Count them out slowly—one through one hundred Each one a promise I carried under my tongue [Verse 1] I split my heart on the kitchen tile Made little parcels, labeled them by hand Gave one to the friend who knew my childhood One to the stranger who said they understood I kept the smallest piece behind my teeth For the days when everybody left But trust is a door with a borrowed key And some hands learn exactly where to turn it [Pre-Chorus] I watched the pieces cross the room Like red cards in a dealer's grip Every gift became a private wound Every name became a sinking ship [Chorus] A hundred pieces of me A hundred doors to break You took the part that knew your name And ground it into the pavement A hundred pieces of me I gave them out to live Now I am counting what survived And learning what not to give [Verse 2] One went to the cousin with the borrowed coat One to the lover who slept beside the wall One to the boss who praised my patience Then used my silence as a hallway to walk through There was a kid who kept my picture Until his mother threw it out There was a room where I was welcome Till someone laughed and locked it down [Pre-Chorus] I called each fracture by its first name Pressed my thumb against the seam Somebody always wants the whole thing Nobody asks what holding costs me [Chorus] A hundred pieces of me A hundred hands to feed You took the part that still believed And taught it how to bleed A hundred pieces of me I gave them without a net Now I am gathering the living ones And naming them as mine again [Bridge] Do not mistake the ruins for a sentence Do not call the wreckage all I am I can build a heart with fewer windows I can choose the lock, I can choose the hand I will not curse the ones who crushed me But I will stop supplying stone There is a difference between being open And leaving every door unowned [Breakdown] Ninety-six, ninety-seven Three still warm beneath the dust Ninety-eight, ninety-nine One says stay, one says trust One hundred—nothing left to scatter Nothing left to prove or send I put the pieces on the table And begin with what remains [Final Chorus] A hundred pieces of me You do not get them all I kept the pulse beneath the damage I kept my name beneath the fall A hundred pieces of me Some vanished, some were changed But every fragment I reclaim Turns the wound into a blade [Outro] Count them out slowly Not for the ones who broke them For the hands I choose tomorrow For the heart I am still holding
