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 kissin' 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 melodies
You do it beautifully
You, take, the mess of me
Make it a masterpiece
You make a masterpiece (masterpiece)
When the work’s 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 kissin' 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 melodies
You do it beautifully
You, take, the mess of me
Make it a masterpiece
You make a masterpiece (masterpiece)
Yea, 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, yeah
You, make, a symphony
From broken melodies
You do it beautifully
You, take, the mess of me
Make it a masterpiece
You make a masterpiece (masterpiece)