Too bad you knew me When I wasn't ready And I wasn't ready Did I say come and get me? And too bad I held on When you tried to tell me This was wrong Well is this wrong? And I am no masterpiece where innocence is painted green And 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 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 glad 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 And 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 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 glad you're the one that made me? And I grew tired You expired You finished me Now that I'm all that you planned Well tell me 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 glad you're the one that made me? And too bad you knew me I wasn't ready I am no masterpiece at all