She paints a pretty picture, This picture has a twist.
Her paintbrush is a razor blade, Her canvas is her wrist.
She'll paint this lovely picture, In the color of blood
red.
And when her pictures done, She'll end up finally dead.
The little girl before you, Seems happy as can be.
But the picture she has drawn, Is the last you'll ever
see.
She paints a pretty picture, This picture has a twist. Her paintbrush
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Nov 15, 2011 10:57pm
