How do you solve a puzzle When you don't know how many pieces 10 pieces can create a pretty picture But doesn't reflect the thousand-piece jigsaw We're missing so many pieces Any conclusion is a jump How could you know if it's finished Yet we're still just children Forcing the parts to fit Celebrating the completion Celebrating the picture So proud So proud In walks our Father and Mother and Love To tell us not quite And we don't believe them Because how could they be right? They don't see this picture the way I do It's done and it's beautiful Let's do another
And so it goes Justice is served I'm glad that they got Exactly what they deserved Let's do another
It's a new level of loneliness when you look around at your loved one's happiness and envy another life in which you had your own happiness. Like chains, we bond together with someone of similar interest. Some Chains can disconnect and reconnect to another bond. Some cannot even connect. They say there is someone for everyone, what they don't know is the percent of those who live life independently. Some are destined to be alone. Like roses blooming into beautiful creations, still bearing their thorns. Barricading themselves in a wall of destruction too afraid to venture into the battlefield of love. Like Puzzles, we align together. Each smooth fold connecting to another. Always one piece missing or too jagged to connect to another. The whole puzzle is ruined because one heartbreak after another, after another destroyed that single piece. Once a piece is broken there is no way of fixing it. Thus leaving an unfinished puzzle.
I always feel like I'm that certain puzzle piece that can't connect with anyone. It's hard to find someone that shares the same interest and is willing to stand by your side all the way.
The body is a series of puzzles put together to make one big puzzle. The mind. The body. The ***** systems. The tissues. The cells.
Puzzles within puzzles.
Mental health takes those puzzles Lays them upon a flat surface And swings its hammer in a wide arc To Shatter those puzzles, Break up the tiny, interlocked pieces, And scatter them across the plane of your soul.
moonshine, puzzles, kryptonite they will surely take me down they'll push me left, they'll push me right shoving me round and round
they'll fill my head like a willing cup confusing me till I don't know which end is down, which end is up as I'm stumbling to and fro
can you blame me for being cautious can you see it's not just a dream they'll cause me to be very nauseous polluting my very bloodstream ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ relax, since two out of three are rarely found the other you need not be around I guess you're safe for now but to keep you from having a cow I'll help keep a watch for them, anyhow
So what's with the * * for italics? Anybody figured it out?
as a child I played with puzzles I loved their pictures, their logic, their challenge, but I could never tell when I was applying too much pressure on a piece, or if it was a perfect fit my mother would scold me for continuing to force a piece to fit, when it did not and I never imagined that would resemble how I play with people but it is I apologize if I've ever bent your edges unnecessarily or made you feel like you didn't belong
We walk to the buses together I ask if he is okay I say he is broken I say he is like a puzzle And either he lost a few pieces or He’s put some where they do not belong He says he hates that I am right
I walked to the buses and me an tyler were talking like normal and this is basically what happened, except tyler was like “how are you always so right? that’s exactly right” and yeah