A Hundred Pieces of Me

[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