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