Masterpiece
Strokes on a canvas,
Clay on the floor.
In the hands of an artist
They become something more.
Cause, my life is a series of misses
Of constantly kissing perfection goodbye.
My life is a work that's unfinished,
A heart that keeps quitting,
A cup that runs dry.
You, make, a symphony,
From broken melody's,
You do it beautifully.
You, take, the mass of me,
Make it a masterpiece
You make a masterpiece.
When the works in progress,
It doesn't look like much, no.
I'm in the hands of an artist,
I either fight or trust yeah.
Cause, my life is a series of misses
Of constantly kissing perfection goodbye.
My life is a work that's unfinished,
A heart that keeps quitting,
A cup that runs dry.
You, make, a symphony,
From broken melody's,
You do it beautifully.
You, take, the mass of me,
Make it a masterpiece
You make a masterpiece.
Yeah. Yeah, uh.
People change when the pain of staying the same is greater.
If I'm created who am I to question the creator.
I try to figure the reasons for his decisions,
But end up being frustrated because infinite intuition is not a part of my psyche,
I'm well aware I just might be, a product of his divinely dream of being so finely tuned,
to hear the beauty of what he's doing through me,
Composing the inner new me,
A masterpiece I am truly, a masterpiece I am truly.
You, make, a symphony,
From broken melody's,
You do it beautifully.
You, take, the mass of me,
Make it a masterpiece
You make a masterpiece
Clay on the floor.
In the hands of an artist
They become something more.
Cause, my life is a series of misses
Of constantly kissing perfection goodbye.
My life is a work that's unfinished,
A heart that keeps quitting,
A cup that runs dry.
You, make, a symphony,
From broken melody's,
You do it beautifully.
You, take, the mass of me,
Make it a masterpiece
You make a masterpiece.
When the works in progress,
It doesn't look like much, no.
I'm in the hands of an artist,
I either fight or trust yeah.
Cause, my life is a series of misses
Of constantly kissing perfection goodbye.
My life is a work that's unfinished,
A heart that keeps quitting,
A cup that runs dry.
You, make, a symphony,
From broken melody's,
You do it beautifully.
You, take, the mass of me,
Make it a masterpiece
You make a masterpiece.
Yeah. Yeah, uh.
People change when the pain of staying the same is greater.
If I'm created who am I to question the creator.
I try to figure the reasons for his decisions,
But end up being frustrated because infinite intuition is not a part of my psyche,
I'm well aware I just might be, a product of his divinely dream of being so finely tuned,
to hear the beauty of what he's doing through me,
Composing the inner new me,
A masterpiece I am truly, a masterpiece I am truly.
You, make, a symphony,
From broken melody's,
You do it beautifully.
You, take, the mass of me,
Make it a masterpiece
You make a masterpiece
Credits
Writer(s): Jose M Reyes, Benjamin Carson Backus, Ross Sullivan King, David A Dunn
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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