Too bad you knew me. 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. This is wrong. I am no masterpiece
where innocence is painted green. Isn't it strange to think
how you created all of me?

Done by the hands of a broken artist. You painted black where my naked heart is? Now I finally know what "wrong"
is. Now I finally know that you bleed for nothing. Carved
like a stone with your hands still shaking. Shown 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. Can't even try to
remember what I knew. Before I became your model to claim no.

I am no masterpiece...so strange that you made all of me.

I grew tired. You expired. You finished me. Now that I'm all that you planned. What do you think?

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