This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down.
So the placing goes slowly. The pictures of anything other than it's meant to be.
But the hours they creep The patterns repeat Don't be concerned You know I'll be fine on my own. I never said "Don't Go" (don't go)
But I've hidden a note It's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back. It says...... "Does he ever get the girl? " But what if the pages stay pressed The chapters unfinished The stories too dull to unfold? Does he ever get the girl?
This basement's a coffin I'm bured alive I'll die in here just to be safe. I'll die in here just to be safe.
'Cause you're gone I get nothing and you're off with barely a sigh I never said goodbye.
But I've hidden a note It's pressed between pages That you've marked to find your way back It says... "Does he ever get the girl?" But I've hidden a note That's pressed between pages If you'll read if you're so inclined Does he ever get the girl?
But the hours they creep The patterns repeat Don't be concerned I know I'll be fine on my own. I never said "Don't Go" (don't go)
Does he ever get the girl?
Compositor: Christopher Andrew Carrabba (Christopher Carrabba) ECAD: Obra #32836670