Oo 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.

is this 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 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.