Too bad you knew me. When 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. I am no masterpiece where innocence is painted green. 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 what wrong is. 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? 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. I grew tired. You expired. You finished me. Now that I'm all that you planned. 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? ~M&D
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