She paints a beautifull picture
but her storie had a twist
her paint brush was her razor
and her cannavas , her wrist
She screems for help
but there is no one there
just a shinny metal
RAZOR BLADE!
She cuts and she feels alive
she crys
the pain is the only thin that keep her
in life
She can´t take anymore
she is going to be mad
survive is not an option
since she is already DEAD!
Inside….Inside…Inside
Inside…INSIDE , INSIDE , INSIDE INSIDEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
She is losing her life
And the last thing she sees
is her bloody knife besides her
she is finaly free
They found her
But is too late
Theyre crying
but they kwen it was her faith