ItsLizzyBitch

I don't have a dirty mind..I have a sexy imagination..

She can paint a pretty picture, 

but this story has a twist. 

Her brush is her razor, 

and her canvas is her wrist.



She paints her pretty picture, 

in a colour thats bright red.

Whie using her sharp paintbrush,

she ends up finally dead.




Her pretty pictures fading,

quite slowly on her arm.

The blood is not racing through her,

she can no longer do harm.



She painted her pretty picute, 

but this story had a twist. 

You see, her mind was her razor, 

and her heart was her wrist.


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Remeber that person you thought you couldn't live without? Well look at you now, breathin' and sh*t. =)

Don't like me? Fine, have a seat with the rest of the b*tches waiting for me to care.