MASTERPIECE Words by Sarah Harris ©2022 In Our Empty Showroom One Once Filled With Beauty Colors Blended Together Displayed Artistically. All Our Painted Stories Of What We Used To Be Now Are Just Reduced To Broken Memories. We Weren't A Masterpiece, We Were A Catastrophe, Just Paint Spilled On The Floor. Broken Glass And Empty Frames, Where Our Love Hung Once Before. We Weren't A Masterpiece, We Were A Catastrophe, Heartbreak Carved On The Walls, Vandalized Graffiti Art Scattered Down These Darkened Halls. In Our Empty Showroom Left To Clean Up Our Mess. Walking on Shattered Glass, Painting Over Our Regrets. In The Midst Of Our Destruction Flooded With These Memories This Broken Art Reminds Me Of Our Tragic History. We Weren't A Masterpiece, We Were A Catastrophe, Just Paint Spilled On The Floor. Broken Glass And Empty Frames, Where Our Love Hung Once Before. We Weren't A Masterpiece, We Were A Catastrophe, Heartbreak Carved On The Walls, Vandalized Graffiti Art Scattered Down These Darkened Halls. I Sifted Through Our Wreckage, Creating Beauty From The Mess. It's True That Art Can Be Subjective, So I'm Left With No Regrets. We Weren't A Masterpiece, We Were A Catastrophe, Just Paint Spilled On The Floor. Broken Glass And Empty Frames, Where Our Love Hung Once Before. (ZaneKuchera.com) https://album.link/mnt0ftx7jmmbw