A puzzle I am You wont figure me out A puzzle I am You will not find all my pieces A puzzle I am You wont put me back together A puzzle I am You see the broken, tattered pieces A puzzle I am You did never solve
if i were a thing, i'd probably be a puzzle. the one wrapped in plastic, and smells like a fresh one. a puzzle that's always challenging, the one that attracts people's interest but not everyone could solve.
or maybe i don't want to be solved, maybe i just want to be heard.
My mind transfixed on this perplexing enigma Left, right, up, down,down Six colors spinning around Yesterday i almost had it solved But the ******* green square just wouldn't line up I almost surrendered; frustrated by the puzzle Which has always given me so much trouble But for some reason i can't put it aside Addicted to getting all the colors in line I know there's an algorithm, but my mind's not mathematical Day by day becoming exceedingly problematical I won't give up...
You take up too much space in my thoughts. You’re a mystery girl. You could injure me fatal, yet still I’d give a smile. Waiting at the phone, the only tone’s the dial. I pick you from the crowd and you add me to the pile. You’re all the rage and I’ve been out of style. You’re a mystery girl, but I want to solve you.