Masterpiece

It's 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?

I'm telling you, I am no masterpiece

Where innocence is painted green

And isn't it strange to think

That you created all of me?

It's 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 though 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

Oh, you can't display me

Oh, oh, you know what dismay means

I can't even try to

Remember what I knew

Before I became your

Model, I claim no

And so 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 though 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?

And I grew tired

And you expired

Oh, you finished me

Now that I am 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 though 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?

Too bad you knew me

I wasn't ready

I am no masterpiece at all