How much of you is real? 
Or pieces of me and pieces of you 
Can you really feel? 
Now take it in and make it do 
How much can you see? 
So close your eyes and look at me 
Is there anymore within? 
Or are we waiting for life to begin?

Are you real at all, my love? 
Or are you held down by this world? 
You stole all you are, my love 
My lonely patchwork girl

Your broken heart is cold 
It's sewn piece to piece again 
Your touch I'll never own 
But it's the reason for my sin 
Your breath is air like ice 
It's so bitter cold against my skin 
Hollow are your eyes 
Blind to all within 

Are you real at all, my love? 
Or are you broken by this world? 
And you stole my heart, my love 
My lonely patchwork girl

So scream your sewn up heart out 
And whisper cries for love 
Rip all of your stitches out 
And learn to take [bad word] 

Are you real at all, my love? 
Does your heart break for this world? 
Are you heaven-sent, my love? 
My lonely patchwork girl

Are you real or not, my love? 
Or does your heart bleed for this world? 
And you stole my heart, my love 
My lonely patchwork girl