I painted the walls
The sky
The tiles on the floor
A sick, twisted blood red
As you walked out the door

Am I to blame
For what you have done to me
So I guess Ill now go to bed
But did you have to say I was nothing to you?
Thats why I painted everything red

I painted a masterpiece
Want to know how its so pretty?
Because I painted it with you
You ****** me off so I drained you dry
Now I have nothing else to do