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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 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 proud? Aren't you proud? 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, 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 proud? Aren't you proud? And I grew tired You expired Oh you finished me Now that I'm all that you planned Well 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 [Uh oh] you're breaking Look what you did, look what you said When you told me it's over your head Look what you did, look what you said When you told me it's over your head |
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