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