(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
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

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