She paints
a pretty picture
But this picture has a
twist
You see Her Paint Brush was her
Blade
Her Canvas was her
Wrist
She Paints a pretty
picture
In a color
thats Blood Red
While their words run around in her head.
Singing her a gental melody
That calms her pain.
But by using the beautiful red
and
her sharp paint
brush
She
Ends Up
Dead
