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