[Build] [Instrumental Interlude] [Heartbeating] [Verse] She paints a pretty picture, But the story has a twist, Her paint brush is a razor Her canvas are her wrists She paints her pretty picture In a color that's blood red While using her sharp paintbrush She ends up almost dead Blood drips from that paintbrush Down onto the floor Painting releases the pain she will not suffer inside anymore [Bridge] Some paint up their wrists some color their thighs Some cover it with sleeves and some cover it with smiles [Instrumental] Some prefer the razor While others play with knives But in the end, they're all living the pain through their own lies (Through their own lies) (Verse) Her pretty picture is fading Quite slowly down her arm The blood isn't racing through her She can no longer do harm The blade is her best friend the one that she trusts most The one that she can turn to When life ever becomes too much [Instrumental] The anger piles up It builds up deep inside She wants to let it out so the blade is where she confides Now it's time for Long sleeve t-shirts Long skinny jeans Let's cover that pretty canvas Let's cover the silent screams Oooooo Cover up the bruises Cover her self-harm Cover up the anger To fix her shattered heart and stop her as she cries the tears, all the lies (So many lies) [Instrumental] She painted her pretty picture But her picture had an eerie twist You see, her mind was her razor And her heart was her wrists [Ending Song] [Instrumental Music Gradually Ends] [End] [Fade Out] If you or someone you know needs immediate help, you can call 911 for emergency services or 988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline available in English and Spanish. Available 24 hours (24 hours)