Why

This feeling, I could never really put a name on it, but it almost feels so familiar. It's like trying to put a puzzle together from pieces that never existed. You knew right away I was no good for you, and I pretended to be the right one for you. We're broken glass laying on the floor, waiting to be stepped on. A memory we can't rid of, until then we'll miss each other until we find out exactly why we do.