#20 - Pretty Picture [n.m.]

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"She paints a pretty picture,
But this story has a twist,
Her paintbrush is a razor,
Her canvas is her wrist

She paints her pretty picture,
In a color that's blood red,
While using her sharp paintbrush,
She finally ends up dead.

Her pretty pictures fading,
Quite slowly on her arm,
The blood is not racing through her,
She can no longer do any harm.

She painted her pretty picture,
But her picture had a twist,
You see her mind was her razor,
And her heart was her wrist."


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