She paints a pretty picture
An artist, one of a kind.
Paints with only shades of red,
all of them straight lines.
She paints a pretty picture
But her canvas is out of space.
She wants to look beautiful,
"The dress, mom, I need it to be lace"
She paints a pretty pictures
But here's the twist,
He paint brush is a razor
Her canvas is her wrist.
She wants to make it stop.
She's running out of time
It's not just on her body,
But always on her mind.
She paints a pretty picture,
She wishes it would end
She wants to just give it up,
If only she had a friend.
She paints a pretty picture,
This time it's too deep.
She's finally given up,
"My soul now you can keep"