Masterpiece of scars

Crystal chandeliers are falling. Shattered glass across the ballroom floor. I was taught to keep the mask from slipping. Hide the cracks, always beg for more. But every stain upon the silk dress, Every tear that drew a silver line taught me Perfect's just a prison, and broken things can truly Shine. Feel the thunder in the stumble, hear the symphony Of wrong. All the nights I fell to pieces Wrote my most immortal song. This is my glamorous life with mistakes. I wear my scars like diamonds on a crown. No redemption, no retakes. It's the beauty of a breakdown. I'm a masterpiece of chaos. A cathedral built from flaws. In the art of my disasters, I found freedom In the fall. Oh. Mistake is my masterpiece. Oh. My masterpiece. Gold leaf peeling off the mirror. Still I pose and see a queen inside. Every wreck became a texture. Every wrong turn was a sacred ride. They told me, "Fix it, hide the bleeding." I turned the bleeding into velvet ropes. Now my gallery of errors is the show that Gives the world its hope. There is power in the misstep, there is magic In the mess. When I dared to love my Ruin, I became truly limitless. This is my glamorous life with mistakes. I wear my scars like diamonds on a crown. No redemption, no retakes. It's the beauty of a breakdown. I'm a masterpiece of chaos. A cathedral built from flaws. In the art of my disasters, I found freedom In the fall. Oh. Every crack, a story written in the skin. Every detour, where the light gets in. I won't erase a single note I bled. My wrongs are stairs to the palace Overhead. This is my glamorous life with mistakes. I'm a living masterpiece, unashamed. Every false step is a freedom that I taste. The beauty, the mistake. My masterpiece unframed. Life with mistakes. That's the beauty. Your mistake is your Masterpiece. Your freedom.