Too bad you knew me
When I wasn't ready
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
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
I finally know what wrong is
Now I finally know what wrong is
Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking
On display through a soul still breaking
Hope you're proud you're the one that made me?
Hope you're 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
I 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
I grew tired
You expired
You finished me
Now that I'm all that you planned
Well tell me what do you think?
Too bad you knew me
I wasn't ready
I am no masterpiece at all