I’m more than just my name
I have scattered pieces of me, just like the game
These pieces of me lie only with the few
But even they have chances to discover something new
Few who know me better than the rest,
A tragic beauty
The ones who know I’m yet to begin my quest
Few with whom I have shared my insecurity
And those who have seen me love, with sincerity
The ones who have been my 3 am conversations
And those who know about my reservations
Few who have seen me turn ice cold
And been the part of stories that were left untold
Do understand that these pieces are not part of retail,
And depending on you, they have their own share of detail
In you, I leave these small parts of me
Only if you put them all together, you will know the real me
Surely it’s up to you whether to keep that piece of me in the future,
Or to join them together and make a complete picture.
