The Perfect 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 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?