My life had become a puzzle - its pieces scattered about like paper in the wind, with no one there to chase them but me.

Far in the back of her mind she was thinking. But she could not dredge up these half-formed feelings, these obscure bits of ideas, into clear, definite thoughts. . . . Her mind ticked away, singing a song she could not decipher.

I dun knw things get trappedIn my mindThen itss smethin That I wanna find I dun get the answer Is there anyone listenin to me No one there to seeTo see the pain and the agony Inside ur beautiful heartTo see that u kissed the painAnd kicked everythin apart

Be ready to defend yourself as I'm coming out of the shelf