Part of a Piece

This is a song I wrote.

Long ago, I knew a man
who always said he didn't care
about the fact that he existed
at all.
His eyes, they changed their color too
in response to all his moods.
He'd laugh sometimes though deep inside
he knew he'd lost part of his life.
He always said he didn't care
at all.

You know you were so young back then,
you know you were so free,
your will was caught in the wind,
your mind was so at ease.
All the things you thought,
all the things you thought you'd think,
well all your thoughts
are just a part of a piece.

Wrap your words around me,
a candy-coat or a noose.
Your mouth is sacred when it speaks
it only tells the truth.
All the things I thought,
all the things I thought I'd think,
well I guess all my thoughts
are just a part of a piece.

Author's Note

It's not a very traditionally laid out song, please judge on the lyrics more than the structure.