i've found in every way you act a piece of the puzzle

Give me a shotgun
And let me do the rest all by myself
I'll kill every inch inside of me
That is not working well
I'll hand you the scissors
To let you cut out whatever hurts the most
The higher the price the lower the pride

Now shit's getting heavy 'cause I drew a line
You cannot cross anymore or even find
I was forced to stop to think and to revive
Life get's easier without you in mind

I've found in every way you act a piece of the puzzle
You've been trying hard enough to hide
Fake an easy smile
The missing piece of the puzzle
That's the fucking end of us

Blackout Problems - Puzzle