And 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
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?
Dumb by the hands of a broken artist
You painted black what 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 this blade there is 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 All you know is dismay and means
I can't even try to
Remember what I knew
And I grew tired And you expired
Oh you finished me Now that time
And too bad you knew me When I wasn't ready
I am no masterpiece
at all
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