See the poems and the flowers?
All the moments and the smiles
All the vows of togetherness that you make
Is it peace that true love brings?
See, I'm not being insecure
Feel that puzzle that was me being no more?

Your poems are nothing but words
And the truth?
Well, it's fragile and finite
If believing means I'm open to get hurt
I'd rather be a puzzle
A puzzle than a bore

Was it me that you wanted?
Will you leave us when if’s boring?
Tell me now, leave me be
I'm fine on my own

In case you're wondering I'm not a villain
Am I at ease with my feelings?
Need I fight them?
Must I need them?
I need no one!

Your poems are nothing but words
And your truth?
Well, it's fragile and finite
If believing means I'm open to get hurt
I'd rather be a puzzle
A puzzle than a bore