A million little pieces
There wasn't much I used to need. A smile would blow a summer breeze through my heart. Whenever I was feeling wrong, I used to go and write a song from my heart. Then I'm leaving this worry town. Please no grieving. My love, understand. All my dreaming, torn in pieces. All my dreaming, torn in pieces. All my dreaming, torn in pieces. All my dreaming, torn in piece now.