They painted pretty pictures,
pictures with a twist.
Their paintbrushes were razors,
and their canvases were their wrists.
They painted these pretty pictures as tears they shed,
these pretty pictures in the color of blood red.
They say, 'a picture's worth a thousand words'
But the words for these pictures were never before heard.
Being strong and being weak can mean the same thing, don't ever forget that. Don't think it won't be okay, because I promise you, it will.