the perfect pieces

(альбом: B-Sides Vol.6 - 2017)

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'm weak, but in my defense)

My demise within is like inner cyanide vitamins
I'm excited for silence, but when silence comes chiming in
Echoing these demons inside of me
I'm just sighing
This science is grim
Defining this defiance is impracticable, I need a pinch
Wake me up, break me up, and compile me again
Put me back together from the smiles of 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?