This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
You're not running just enough of a wreck
To hold the hurt heart everybody
Expects, and I know you wrote a history
Of making a mess, misunderstoods
An understatement at best
How long, how long will you demand my sympathy
We all know hurt so why do
You feel the need to
Put on a pretty face, give them a pretty taste
No one's buying it anyway
You're so tired trying to rewind
The mess you've made of your own mind
Woah, but the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You can fight just like you've been taught
It won't undo the life you've
Got, woah, 'cause the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You're not running just enough of a wreck
To hold the hurt heart everybody
Expects, and I know you wrote a history
Of making a mess, misunderstoods an understatement at best
You say you try, you're after something better
It doesn't show, You're still not put together
Put on a pretty face, give them a pretty taste,
No one's buying it anyway You're so tired trying
To rewind the mess you've made of your own mind
Woah, but the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You can fight just like you've been taught,
It won't undo the life you've got woah
'Cause the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
Everybody knows liars never make it for long
I am getting close, I can see just what's going on
Everybody knows, everybody knows, woah
I remember what you were before you gave it away
You've never been the type to watch the pieces fall where they may
And now you've let it go, but I know you know, woah
But the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You're so tired trying to rewind the mess you've made of your own mind
Woah, but the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You can fight just like you've been taught
It won't undo the life you've, got whoa
'Cause the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You're so tired trying to rewind the mess you've made of your own mind
Woah, (Everybody knows)but the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You can fight just like you've been taught, It won't undo the life you've
Got, woah (Everybody knows) 'cause the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
To hold the hurt heart everybody
Expects, and I know you wrote a history
Of making a mess, misunderstoods
An understatement at best
How long, how long will you demand my sympathy
We all know hurt so why do
You feel the need to
Put on a pretty face, give them a pretty taste
No one's buying it anyway
You're so tired trying to rewind
The mess you've made of your own mind
Woah, but the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You can fight just like you've been taught
It won't undo the life you've
Got, woah, 'cause the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You're not running just enough of a wreck
To hold the hurt heart everybody
Expects, and I know you wrote a history
Of making a mess, misunderstoods an understatement at best
You say you try, you're after something better
It doesn't show, You're still not put together
Put on a pretty face, give them a pretty taste,
No one's buying it anyway You're so tired trying
To rewind the mess you've made of your own mind
Woah, but the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You can fight just like you've been taught,
It won't undo the life you've got woah
'Cause the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
Everybody knows liars never make it for long
I am getting close, I can see just what's going on
Everybody knows, everybody knows, woah
I remember what you were before you gave it away
You've never been the type to watch the pieces fall where they may
And now you've let it go, but I know you know, woah
But the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You're so tired trying to rewind the mess you've made of your own mind
Woah, but the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You can fight just like you've been taught
It won't undo the life you've, got whoa
'Cause the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You're so tired trying to rewind the mess you've made of your own mind
Woah, (Everybody knows)but the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
You can fight just like you've been taught, It won't undo the life you've
Got, woah (Everybody knows) 'cause the pieces won't pick themselves up, you know
Lyrics submitted by invisiboy42293
Pieces Lyrics as written by Amy V A Jump Adam Michael Kronshagen
Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Wow, that's amazing, thanks for sharing this!
To me, this song is about someone who was hurt in their life. They never stop talking about that hurt, basically demanding sympathy from everyone. Now, the song is saying "Just get over it. We all know what hurt is, but we've picked up the pieces and gotten over it. We can't fix your life for you, and it won't fix on it's own. It's your turn to pick up the pieces." This reminds me of an old frind of mine. He always demanded sympathy for his problems instead of fixing them, and instead of getting sympathy from everyone, he lost all of his closest friends, including me.
This comes across as the accusations of those around her combined with the voices in her own head. When you're dealing with a mental illness, a person in many ways can hide it very well and look so put together to everyone around them. But when a person is with themselves and they only have their internal voices and people to talk to, shit can get very accusatory.
In addition, the worst thing to tell a person dealing with a history of abuse is "get over it". As though it's just that easy, just miraculously healing from years of trauma and decades of the aftermath.
To me this song is about a person who is hurt and broken but refuses to fight for themselves. They have friends that are trying to help them but all they do is wine and expect everyone to fix them and take care of them. but there never going to be OK unless they actually try to help themselves.
I think it's about someone who is hurting but isn't able to do anything to fix her/his life..but this person knows she/he has to do something
My interpretation of the song is that this person is putting on an act(put on a pretty face, give 'em a pretty taste) while those who do know that the person is depressed(You're so tired trying to unwind the mess you've made of your own mind)( How long, how long will you demand my sympathy)have tried to help them see their pain and that they're not actually trying to help themselves, they expect others to do it for them and the person says their trying when they're not.(Everybody knows liars never make it for long)(you say you try, your'e after something better. It doesn't show: your'e still not put together)