I took my heart in my hand
Bagged it up tightAnd smashed it into pieces of already broken pieces, on purpose.You're the healer of broken heartsI KNOW that to be trueSo bagged up, broken up Is my heart in raw formLike a sculptor to marbleYou see the "Venus De Milo" In these broken pieces you can make artSo Bagged up, broken upI give these pieces over to youAll I ask, is that you make me over anew