I'm going to draw a picture, a picture with a twist.
I'll draw it with a razor blade,
I'll draw it on my wrist,
and as I draw this picture,
A fountain will appear.
And this flowing fountain, my problems will disappear.
This picture will be deep,
It cannot be erased,
And with its special ink,
The flowing will be chased,
Drip drop drip drop, ink will smear, can't be saved.
Let me disappear.
Leave me, lose me,
Keep me from your world,
I know I don't deserve to be here, I don't need to be told.
But now I'm regretful of that picture that I drew,
As pretty as it is,
It was wrong for me to do,
All because I drew a picture, a picture with a twist,
My pencil was a razor,
My paper was my wrist,
It was a pretty fountain,
Too me it was dear, it's bad I feel like this, but, I'm sick of all the tears.
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