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.
Is this 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 that I 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?
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 that you created all of me?
Done by the hands of a broken artist.
You painted black where my naked heart is.
I finally no what wrong is
Now I finally know that I bleed for nothing.
Carved stone with your hand still shaking
On display through a soul still breaking
Aren’t proud your the one who made me
Aren’t you proud your the one that made me
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
Painted black where my naked heart is
Finally know what wrong is
Wrong is, what wrong is
Carved stone with you hands still shaking
On display with a soul still breaking
Aren’t you proud you’re the one who made me
Aren’t you proud you’re the one that made me
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Masterpiece
Meg & Dia
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