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?