Masterpiece

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?