Hes washing face to start his day
Hes lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Nothing in the mirror ever shows him whats within
Now hes checking out the faces
On the back of the milk
Hes sour under all this pressure
He thinks the missing person looks an awful lot like him
And he starts his engine
But he knows hes missing gears
Incomplete!
Where will you find yourself?
Incomplete!
Where will you find yourself?
(3rd time- Where will you lose yourself?)
Cause youre the missing person now
Step outside your doubt
And let yourself be found!
Hes sick of the race just to save face
Hes tied and tried, hes sick and tired
Hes tired of the holes that are keeping him incomplete
Hell push the pedal to the floor
Like the day before
Hes trying to be always trying
Try to find an end to justify his means
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