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I want to paint a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll paint it with a razor blade
Right across my wrist
And from my wretched body
The bloody reds will flow
Along with it, the pain and hurt
I guess you'll never know
And then the blues are formed
By the flood of tears I cry
And the painted pastel mass
Is a record of my crimes
So now I've painted my picture
The picture with a twist
I used a sharpened razor blade
Slashed twice across each wrist
And now the blood flows freely
As you know it would
But I only did this 'cause
You never understood
Amber