I lie here
I lie here and I think about what we could of had,
you were like a puzzle to me that I wish to put together
you always seemed down, and I wanted to bring you up
you seemed to be lost, and I thought I found you
you felt discouraged, and I really believed in you
but silly me, because now as I rethink the days I'm like fuck it
indeed you were a puzzle, but you already had somebody collecting the pieces
you were always down, and you wanted me to feel down with you
and yeah you were lost, to lost to see what you could have had
discouraged? That's definitely you because a man with courage wouldn't but such a punk
like you
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