I don't feel as stable
as I make it out to be
I don't feel as solid
as I pretend to be
sometimes it feels like
just one word, one look, one touch
could break me
into a million pieces
and the thought of that
also feels me with an odd sense of peace
I already feel like a puzzle thats missing a piece
I'd pray to a god on me knees
if there was ever a sign to make me believe
that all this wasn't wishful thinking
Just hopeful make believe