Masterpiece

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