<font color="red">Picture with a Twist</font>

I want to paint a picture A picture with a twist I'll paint it with a sharpend knife 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 Then the blues are formed From the flood of tears I cry And the painted pastel mess Is a record of my crimes So now Ive painted my picture The one that had a twist I used a sharpend knife Slashed twice across each wrist So now the blood flows freely As you knew it would I only did this cause You never understood.