I am just a Puzzle Piece
The place I have always wanted to go...
Paris.
but I can't cause I'm a small town girl.
I'm a puzzle piece in a world of other puzzle pieces.
What makes me different?
Why am I, not the puzzle piece people want to pick up?
Why am I shaped this way?
How come I look this way?
I dream'd that I walked in Paris
but what happens to our dreams.
Do they Happen?
Do they Disappear?
But right when I thought I was convinced,
that I was not important.
I was put into the picture,
and the picture was Paris.
