Jigsaw

You and me, we’re sitting on a boat

And I, live the life he wrote, For us

Will we make it to the shore?

This jigsaw we play

It fits so easily

But I can’t face the face I see

So I scatter it all over the place

Who chose these lines?

Who wrote me inside?

I want my life

I’ll see you on the out side

You and me, we roam inside this plot

But I, am not the part I got

So I turn in this mask I wear

These goals we seek

Make this all seem real

But, someone else turns the wheel

I’ll take my chance tonite

I’ve served my time

Given reasons, but no rhyme

I know the end is mine

Run! Running out of time

Crash, pieces fly around

Airbags, have deployed now,

We bleed, but this is real for the very first time

You and me, we’re sitting on a boat

living the life I wrote

We’ve made it to my shore

I hide you here

I write your lines, cradle you from fear

You’re still far from free

It all fits when you’re free of me

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