I feel incomplete, I am missing a part of me I am a puzzle, but I wonder where is my crucial piece How can I be whole, if you have left me unfinished I feel incomplete, I am missing what makes me, a part of reality I am full of life, but I lack a heart which is my reason to keep on living How can I be perfection, if imperfect is how you left me Mistakenly taken for something worthless, but flawless In my own way, and still I stand incomplete because you, Is what I am missing.