These Hands

I’ve been procrastinating for far too long
I don’t know where I’m heading but I’ll move further, just move further
I’m so used to rejection but I don’t mind
Said, I’ll be alright, said, I’ll be just fine
I’m working on my masterpiece
And I’m making it with these hands
This fate is not my destiny
So I’m shaping it with these hands
Oh, well, I’m giving and giving my all
Oh, well, I give 'til I can’t give no more
I’m working on my masterpiece
And I’m making it with these hands
There’s beauty in progression and no hope in fear
You can’t keep me in the same position, I refuse, refuse to stay here
Not always learned my lesson but I don’t mind
Said, I’ll be alright, said, I’ll be just fine
I’m working on my masterpiece
And I’m making it with these hands
This fate is not my destiny
So I’m shaping it with these hands
Oh, well, I’m giving and giving my all
Oh, well, I give 'til I can’t give no more
I’m working on my masterpiece
And I’m making it with these hands
These hands are only made of flesh and bone
And those hands, not ready to give up on home
And I hope wherever I may need to go
I won’t give it up, I won’t give up, no
So I’m shaping it with these hands
Oh, well, I’m giving and giving my all
Oh, well, I give 'til I can’t give no more
I’m working on my masterpiece
And I’m making it with these hands
Said I’m working on my masterpiece
And I’m making it with these hands
Working on my, oh my, with these hands