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. This is 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? Now I finally know what "wrong" is. Now I finally know that you bleed for nothing. Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking. Shown on display through 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.......
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You can't erase these lines you can't save me. You can't display me. You know what "dismay" means. Can't even try to remember what I knew. Before I became your model to claim no.

I am no masterpiece...so strange that you made all of me.

I grew tired. You expired. You finished me. Now that I'm all that you planned. What do you think?

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