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 was wrong

I am no masterpiece where innocence is painted green
Isn't it strange to think that 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
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
I can't even try to
Remember what I knew
Before I became your
Model to claim no
I am no masterpiece where innocence is painted green
Isn't it strange to think how you created all of me?

I grew tired
You expired
You finished me
Now that I'm all that you planned
What do you think?

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 that you bleed for nothing
Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking
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?