Too bad you knew me,
When I wasn't ready.
Yeah, 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 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
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