we all start out as empty canvases
until one draws a line
the line is covered up
for no one to see

roll up her sleeves
remove her bracelets
see she's no longer
an empty canvas

the lines painted red
and cut to the core
she's different than the rest
she's different than you

as you try to comprehend
she pulls down her sleeves
and gets down on her knees
the lines no longer blend

pretend you care
leave her bare
then run away
and leave her to decay