PUZZLE THAT WAS YOU
There was never any reason
you never left a clue
all you left behind
was a puzzle that was you
Broken pieces lay before me
in piles on the floor
and everytime I think one fits
another piece is tore
and everyday I try and find
some sort of small good bye
and every noight you haunt my dreams
no thought to reason why
How could someone find themselves
in all of this despair
you never really know how hard it is
till no ones left to care
So leave with me the sadness
of a puzzle left undone
and I will see the pieces fit
slowly one by one
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