goes to the story "I'm Sorry I'm Bad, I'm Sorry I'm Blue."

This song is very important to the story "I'm Sorry I'm Bad, I'm Sorry I'm Blue."

Please read it if you read the story. Thank you!
*Kinda like the theme song of the story.*
Sleep on now
I heard that a knee makes a good pillow
When your down
And do you like it
When someone tickles your arm?
Curl your locks of hair round and round

You're so tired
Let me straighten out your shirt
As your chest rises up and down

I don't get it either
But someday we'll learn
How the earth spins round and round

You need to fall
Thats what people always say

You don't know anything at all
you haven't felt the pain

When should I crawl.
When should I take the final blow.
When is it bad enough.
To earn the right to show.

How hard should I fall
Before it's my turn to be heard.
How much pain should I show on my face
Before you listen to a word.
How bad should I hurt?
How much is enough?

You just jerked.
I hope you're dreaming.
But isn't drowning all we've earned?
I won't close my eyes till you lay still, and I won't cry.
I've been through nothing.
I haven't witnessed a full stab.
I need to experience something before I get laughed at.

You need to fall.
That's what people always say

You don't know anything at all
you haven't felt the pain

When should I crawl.
When should I take the final blow.
When is it bad enough.
To earn the right to show.

How hard should I fall
Before it's my turn to be heard.
How much pain should I show on my face
Before you listen to a word.

When should I crawl.
When should I take the final blow.
When is it bad enough.
To earn the right to show.

How bad should I hurt?
How much is enough?

*And this is how Frankie feels most of the time.*

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.
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?
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 now.
I am no masterpiece where innocence is painted green.
Isn't it strange to think how you created all of me?

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?
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?