You were a corner, one piece of the border, guidance for the rest.
I was part of the inside, one out of the thousand pieces in the box.
We were a perfect match or so it seemed, then another piece was found.
Upon turning that piece, you seemed to fit better with it, in fact you two were the perfect match that we could never be.
I was once again just one piece looking for another, trying to find a match, aiming to just fit in.