We have to fit in.

The world's a giant jiggsaw puzzle,
and if we all don't fit,
we seem to think we don't matter.
A peice left unsolved,
forgotten and thrown away because it's not needed.
An extra peice,
we've learned to get rid of.

False smiles and rumors,
We've learned to grasp ahold of.
If every word spoken into the air was a rumor,
I'm scared I'd be gasping for air.

Love is spoken of,
Thrown around with hidden meaning's of sex.
Not love,
love's not real.
Love's just a fantasy,
that I'll keep reaching for.
It's a shooting star I'm wishing apon,
it's just an airplane.
But I'll believe,
I'll believe and lie, and do what they do.
Fake a smile,
Laugh when it's not needed.
Wish 11:11 that you'll love me.
Spread a rumor to end your relationship,
for what we could be.
I'm that extra jiggsaw puzzle peice.
I'm not needed to you,
You are to me.