Picture with a Twist, by My name is Danni (Funeral Bliss)
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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. |
Posted: 2006-10-01 01:56:34 UTC |
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