Too bad you knew me
I wasn't ready
And I wasn't ready
Did I say come and get me?
Too bad I held on, when you tried to tell me
This was wrong, this is wrong
And I am no masterpiece, where innocence is painted green
Isn't it strange to think how you created all of me?

Done by the hands of a broken artist
You painted black
Where my naked heart is?
Now I finally know what wrong is
Now I finally know that you bleed for nothing
Carved like a stone, with your hands still shaking
Shown on display through a soul still breaking
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?

You can't erase these lines
You can't save me
You can't display me
You know what dismay means
Can't even try to remember what I knew
Before I became your model to claim, no

I am no masterpiece
So strange that you made all of me

Done by the hands of a broken artist
You painted black
Where my naked heart is?
Now I finally know what wrong is
Now I finally know that you bleed for nothing
Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking
Shown on display through a soul still breaking
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?

I grew tired, you expired
You finished me
Now that I'm all that you planned
So tell me, what do you think?