abstract Dear put ur name here With in a life is searching for something, when they find it, are they in love? when you see a dark corner, do you think to lighting it? someone sits on a curb side, warn and broken, ever thought you're what could make them whole? how many times did you not say something? how many times should you have? too often have i found myself in that place where words are the worst way of speaking, sometimes i spoke, other times i was shown. I will never be alone, yet somehow forever will i be, lost for that something or someone where in which i will never be good enough for them to see. one life, to live, yet we find it by losing it, so for now, all I have, I'll give, untill I i find that missin piece that seems to fit.