Puzzle Pieces

(I 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 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.


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 easle.


It’s just so hard to quit, when you’re hooked on it, you’re just a junkie craving one more plastic fix.

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Face of puzzle pieces.

That don’t fit together.

Puzzle Pieces

That don’t fit together.


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.