I don't like to be whole The be-all of b-holes Most of me is so flawed, Lord, what's the deal? This is not ideal Perhaps I could just heal if you break me into pieces Break me into pieces I don't like to be whole The be-all of b-holes Most of me is so flawed, Lord, what's the deal? This is not ideal Perhaps I could just heal if you break me into pieces Break me into pieces I wake up and I die again (I wake up and I die again) Go to sleep praying that this cycle end (Praying that this cycle end) I know I'm weak but in my defense (I know I'm weak but in my defense) My demise within is like inner cyanide vitamins I'm excited for silence but when sounds come chiming in Echoing these demons inside me I'm just sighing, the science is grim Defining this defiance is impractical, I need a pinch Wake me up, break me up and compile me again Put me back together from the smiles I pretend Make me better, hide my shadows and my sides that look dim Make me into someone I wouldn't hide from again Delightful to friends Insightful and nice, who surprises with wins Undeniably refined and reliable when Entering another person's life Wish I could depend On not breaking every little thing I hold highly again Why can I not be the person I describe with my pen, huh?