Jigsaw, by Don't build lies on ice cubes. Subscribe to rss feed for Don't build lies on ice cubes.

Every piece is in its place
The jigsaw leaves a smiling face
A piece hid in the box so the rest wouldn't fit
Left over to start again, bit by bit
But now the image that reflects is one thats whole
Ever since one piece of me you stole
And if tomorrow a piece were lost
Then to pay the price, my heart it would cost
Its all holding together with an equal share
Friends, family, life and a love thats rare
And it appears so simple this smiling face
Yet, everything had to be in its place
Posted: 2005-11-30 10:57:19 UTC

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