Alone she stands.
Her life lay in shatters,
Pick up the pieces, girl.
Pick up the pieces.

A broken mirror,
It's grave on the ground.
Pick up the pieces, girl.
Pick up the pieces.

Bitter red tears
Mix with sorrowful clear tears.
Pick up the pieces, girl.
Pick up the pieces.

Shards of her life,
In sharp contrast to the shards of glass.
Pick up the pieces, girl.
Don't be afraid.

Alone, without help,
Without a friend.
Pick up the pieces, girl.
Repair the shards.

Someday she'll smile again,
Someday the pain and hate will pass.
You'll pick up the pieces, girl.
It'll be alright.