My life is a million piece puzzle
All laid out on the floor
They forgot the picture of what my life should be
This piece right here to big
This one here to small
The pieces don't fit
Would someone hep these pieces fit?
Why is it when I am almost done putting 2 and 2 together
They fall apart in my hands?
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