Creator from Tunneling by Emily Peal

You molded me with your hands,
The clay stayed in your lifelines.
You thought you were done,
Didn't you?
You thought you were done, done, done.

You left me out one day,
Cause suddenly I lost my splendor.
You thought you were done,
Didn't you?
You thought you were done, done, done, done, done.

Well, I'm sorry to say there's still work to do.
Creator, who's gonna finish you?

You're so far from benevolent,
You're not even close to kind,
To cast your creations with an end in mind.
When I rose from the ground,
I screamed your name,
The one you carved on my neck
Before you left for your next masterpiece.

Well, I'm sorry to say there's still work to do.
Creator, who's gonna finish you?

You'll never find the beauty that you seek.
Those ruby reds and violets all drain from our cheeks.
And what will be left standing when you can't hide behind your art?
Your colorless fabric,
Your empty insides,
You'll fall like a ragdoll,
When you're criticized.
And suddenly everything will seem like a big mistake.

Well, we're all poorly made,
With little say in how we're shaped,
But we can always change.

And, I'm sorry to say there's always more work to do.
Creator, who's gonna finish you?

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