[Intro] They built me up, then walked away, A bite of thought, a lunch delay. No plate, no plan, no second hand — Just half a life I don’t understand. [Verse 1] I’ve got a slice of cheddar truth, A wilted leaf from someone's youth. A smear of purpose, thinly spread, But missing bread is all I dread. I feel the hunger every day, For something more than mayo gray. Am I a snack, or just a phase? A half-formed thought in lunchbox haze? [Chorus] I’m a semi-sandwich, barely made, A soul between two cuts of blade. I’ve got the taste, I’ve got the need — But miss the thing that makes me complete. I’m craving more than I can hold — I’m half alive and going cold. [Verse 2] The pickle mocks me from its jar, It says, “You’ll never get that far.” The mustard laughs, the fridge just hums, The silence louder than the drums. I saw a bun once, soft and kind, But she belonged to another mind. So here I sit, with meat and doubt, Too full to starve, too thin to shout. [Chorus] I’m a semi-sandwich, still not done, Half in the shade, half in the sun. They built my middle, skipped the ends, I’m not quite food, I don’t make friends. I’m aching for a finished role — I’m half a heart, a half-chewed soul. [Bridge] [Spoken words] Maybe I was never meant to be whole. Maybe that’s the joke. Maybe I’m the metaphor they left in the breakroom with the fridge light always on... [Verse 3] But even halves can start to grow, A crust might come, a spark might show. And if I meet another slice, We might make lunch — or something nice. So if you’re walking past today, And see me waiting on this tray — Don’t judge the mess, or call me strange, I’m just a life mid-prep... in change. [Final Chorus] I’m a semi-sandwich, in-between, Not quite lost, not fully seen. But I’ve got hope beneath this cheese, A little hunger left to please. I’m not yet whole, but still I rise — A recipe in slow disguise. [Outro] A semi-sandwich, soft and true, Waiting for someone just like you.
