your painting is pretty
wile mine is more sad
your friends they all love yours
wile mine thinks mines bad
your painting is coulfull full of all light
wile mine's dull and has only one colour in sight
the colour is red
the colour of blood
that oozes from my wrist like a giant red flood
your painting is pretty
wile mine is more sad
ill end up dead from my painting
and all my friends will be mad
my wrist will be red
i have given up the fight
as i lay on the floor so far from the light
