Picking up the pieces 
Of what was left behind 
And I try to find a reason 
Why I do this all the time 
Maybe I'm just blind 
 [bad word] 
She builds me up 
She breaks me down 
And it keeps me hanging on 
She takes me in 
Then throws me out 
And it leaves me so undone 
I'll be here waiting 

Picking up the pieces 
I got up and tried again 
And I know there is no reason to look back 
To go through all this again 
Maybe I'm insane 
 [bad word] 
For another beating