Fence
My puzzle
It doesn't make any sense
My dark pieces don't fit with my light pieces
I can't piece together my fence
Our creator dropped us off
Same train
But when he turned
Things weren’t the same
We have divided
Two different lanes
It’s either or
But it all seem so lame
My puzzle
It doesn't make any sense
My dark pieces don't fit with my light pieces
I can't piece together my fence
Sometimes it do
but it ain't the same if we have to watch our mouths because that word really means something
Sometimes it do
but it ain't the same if we get judged because we are interested in the same thing
We fight over the dumbest things
We fight over ignorant things
The light one
I think
The dark one
I think
My puzzle
It doesn't make any sense
My dark pieces don't fit with my light pieces
I can't piece together my fence
The other always envious of the other
The other is always poking the other
The other tries to fight
The other tries to fight
My puzzle
It doesn't make any sense
My dark pieces don't fit with my light pieces
I can't piece together my fence
Who is prettier
Who is smarter
Who is greater
Who is taller
I say both and that’s why
I can't piece together my fence
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