Wasted

I can't help but feel this life has been wasted Putting together pieces to the wrong puzzle They have to be forced and then pasted Tying a ribbon on a beautiful present But it's just too short to go around Searching and searching for something that never existed so it never can be found Putting on a shirt With not enough buttons for all of the holes Putting on the right play But with all the wrong roles Waiting at the wrong bus stop But at the right time When asked, I say I'm ok, But have I ever really been fine? I shape shift to try and be The right amount, route, size...enough And just pray no one can see Through this life long bluff