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?