Most days
I feel
like a puzzle piece
That was put in the wrong box
No matter how hard
I try to fit in
I will never
Fit in with the other
Pieces

In this world
We are all just searching
Searching for our other half
The other piece of our puzzle

What if I finally found mine?
What if I finally found the other piece?
One that's just as broken as I am
One that fits perfectly

But I can't have her
I can't hold her
I can't feel her hand in mine
We are worlds apart