Let's paint a pretty picture
From the blood that runs down my wrist
Smear across the canvas
All the chances I have missed
Brush away the trace of hope
From the lines of no return
And put your brush down for eternity
So I shall no longer mourn.
Let's paint a pretty picture
From the blood that runs down my wrist
Smear across the canvas
All the chances I have missed
Brush away the trace of hope
From the lines of no return
And put your brush down for eternity
So I shall no longer mourn.