Start your daily mantra; 'you are whole'
So many missing pieces
Where they fell off you still don't know
Drink yourself to sleep so your conscience never finds you
You never move ahead because you don't know what's behind you
Don't wait for it to come to you
Start your meditation; you still think you're whole
You're still incomplete and as to why you still don't fucking know
Smoke a pack and hope the answer comes before you die
You haven't found yourself and still you wonder why
Don't wait for it to come to you
Becky's rite
It's not too late to try again
It's not too late to try again
It's not too late to try again
It's not too late to try again