She paints a pretty picture
But all of the ink has run red
This picture is of a ****** battle
That is going on inside her head

She paints a pretty picture
Of a girl in a dress and heels
The mirror shows a skeleton
But still she skips another meal

She paints a pretty picture
But nobody has seen it yet
It is of a shiny razor
That makes her sleeves red and wet

She paints a pretty picture
Of an angel in the sky
That didn't see the point of life
And now they all whisper "suicide"

Now I paint a pretty picture
It's all in black and white
Our memories and childhood dreams
Still I wonder why she took her life