I g-g-g-g-gotta say
Honestly, when you look at me It’s like a gun goes off, deep inside of me
I can hardly move
I can barely breathe, near your features
The t-t-t-t-t-t-trouble is It’s just so obvious
I still see all the lines, of surgery remnants
Where you cut away
Left your flaws behind, in the ether
Face of puzzle pieces
That don’t fit together
Puzzle Pieces
That don’t fit together
It’s never right
But you just can’t move on You can’t decide
Take away or put on Your design
But you won’t stop working
A masterpiece
In the flesh, it’s your puzzle
It’s your puzzle
It’s yours
The doctor’s hands
Carry out the plans
To take you all apart and put you back again
Your face is canvas
And your own body serves, as your easel
It’s just so hard to quit
When you’re hooked on it You’re just a junkie craving one more plastic fix
Keep you up to date
With all the latest trends, of the seasons
Face of puzzle pieces
That don’t fit together
Puzzle Pieces
That don’t fit together
It’s never right
But you just can’t move on You can’t decide
Take away or put on Your design
But you won’t stop working
A masterpiece
In the flesh, it’s your puzzle
It’s your puzzle
It’s yours