Stuck.

Stolen letters find that part of you I never shared

Seldom sweet, I need to let go of you

But to end this way, I would have chosen someplace else

To find myself, I always knew we'd never make it

 

Don't try to tell me about her

Fiction or the truth, it really doesn't matter

I guess to be decieved is not quite as brilliant as I'd planned

Although I hardly loved you, it still hurts the same

 

A man is a man, but I have learned to be a skeptic

That is the case as fish take to the skies

A man is one who lives up to his faults and misdeeds

Never perfect, but tries so hard to be

 

And you're the one who keeps me wondering

Is there anybody left for me to have my heart to call their own?

I'll be unafraid to be dented in attempt to find

My other half, the reason I breathe