I had to do this once.

[mchne]

These words were staying in for now
but they are breaking out eventually
Not much to say of what's become of us
A lesson learned in trust and loyalty

But this is old news
and it's easy to see
Would you have me pick up these pieces?
Would you have me fall to my knees?
Jagged and jaded, brittle and broken
in the same places every time
Splinters and tears at my skin, at my heart
in the same places every time.

When all your demons come to feed
You'll salt the wounds too tired to bleed
but now I've learned what I don't need

Completed the puzzle, then watched it crumble
not to be jagged and jaded, or brittle and broken
but made of sand, and washed away
like the memories of our better days