I feel your arms crawling over me
As though i am something more than me
But i dont have anything good enough to say
I did not make myself this way

Ill show you what he did
But I wont take the credit
Its not mine anyway
I just held a pen that day

And i dont deserve this
Its too late now
Its not something for which i can take the blame

And i dont deserve this
It wasnt me
I cant take the glory for something i cant create
And i dont deserve this

I know what perfection is like
And i can not stand before its might
And im so far from what you think that i must be
I just throw myself at mercy

Ill show you what he did
But i wont take the credit
Its not mine anyway
I just held a pen that day

And i dont deserve this
Its too late now
Its not somethingf for which i can take the blame

And i dont deserve this
It wasnt me
I cant take the glory for something that i cant create

And i dont deserve this
Its too late now
Its not somethingf for which i can take the blame

And i dont deserve this

And all the art that i supposedly create
Is simply a faded reflection
Of something hes already made

Cause i dont deserve this
Its too late now
Its not somerhing for which i can take the blame

And i dont deserve this
It wasnt me
I cant take glory for something i cant create

I dont deserve this
I dont deserve this