Letra da Música: Pieces - The Stylistics

Foolish pride can reap destruction
I feel its darts to the mind

I let my pride stand in between us
Never knowing that I had built
A wall protecting a need inside
Me

I was a fool thinking only of me
Not seeing nothing more than my
Precious pride and ego

Now all the left for me

Pieces of a photograph
I tore in half
Pieces of love
Pieces of the past!

Pieces of a photograph
I tore in half
Pieces of love
Pieces of the past!

Time is made with face a shadow
And like a thief in the night
It comes to call slowly creeping
It disappears in the light

But I wont ever break that the chain around me
I'll find a way to shine off the things that bind me
Memories still spinning their webs upon me
But now I'm left alone

Pieces of a photograph
I tore in half
Pieces of love
Pieces of the past!

Pieces of a photograph
I tore in half
Pieces of love
Pieces of the past!