she paints a pretty picture but the story has a twist her paintbrush I a razor and her canvas is her wrist
she paints a 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 no blood is running threw her she can no long do harm she paints a pretty picture but the picture has a twist see her mind was her razor and her heart was her wrist
