She paints a pretty picture,
But this picture has a twist. You see her paintbrush is a razor,
and her canvas is her wrist. She paints her pretty picture,
in a color thats blood red, while using her sharp paintbrush
she ends up finally dead. Her pretty pictures fading, quite slowly
on her arm. The blood is no longer racing through her,she can
no longer do no harm. She painted her pretty picture,but her
picture had a twist,you see her mind was the razor,and her heart,
was just her wrist.
This was off the internet. & yes I know the first part you probably already heard.
not my format: