Picture With A Twist.

Save Me, Help Me.

Keep Me From My Mind.

I Don’t Know What I’ll Do, Keep Me Out Of Time.

Anybody, Come For Me.

If What They Say Is True, I Don’t Have Much Time Left,

I Won’t Know What To Do.

I Feel The Anchor In My Heart Sinking Even More.

All Alone, By Myself The Sadness Rains And Pours.

I See My Pen And Paper, On The Table Across The Room.

Soon The Pain Will Stop, It Will All Be Over Soon.

I’m Going To Draw A Picture, A Picture With A Twist.

I’ll Draw It With A Razorblade, I’ll Draw It On My Wrist.

As I Draw This Picture, A Fountain Will Appear.

With This Flowing Fountain, My Problems Disappear.

This Picture Will Be Deep, It Cannot Be Erased.

With This Special Ink, The Flowing Will Be Chased.

Drip, Drip, Drop. Ink Will Smear.

Can’t Be Saved Now, Let Me Disappear.

Leave Me, Lose Me, Keep Me From Your World.

I Don’t Deserve To Walk Around This Place That I’ve Unfurled.

I Can Barely Move, But Some Words Still I Can Write.

I Have To Say I’m Sorry In My Ink With All My Might.

Now I Am Regretful Of This Picture That I Drew.

As Pretty As It Is To Me, It Was Wrong Of Me To Do.

All Of What Is Happening Is Cause Of The Red Water, Foolish That I Am.

Mother Lost A Daughter.

All Because I Drew A Picture, A Picture With A Twist.

My Pencil Was A Razorblade, My Paper Was My Wrist.

It Was A Pretty Fountain, To Me It Was So Dear.

But Now My Problems Just Begin, Wont Start To Disappear.

The Fountain Has Dried Up, No Ink Left To Shed.

Now The Room Is Colorful, Painted All In Red.

As It Fades To Darkness, I Cry So Hard Inside.

I Didn’t Have To Be An Artist, I Didn’t Have To Die.

As You Know –

She Drew A Pretty Picture, A Picture With A Twist.

Her Pencil Was A Razorblade, Her Paper Was Her Wrist.

It Was A Pretty Fountain, To Her It Was So Dear..

As She Drew Her Fountain Her Problems Seemed To Disappear.

Her Picture Was Too Deep, Couldn’t Be Erased.

Her Ink All Over, As Her Problems She Thought She Lost Had Chased.

Drip, Drip, Drop. The Ink She Leaked Smeared.

Scared. To Far To Go Back, She Began To Disappear.

In Her Ink She Wrote “I’m Sorry”, It Was Very Late At Night.

Regretful, What She Did Forced Her Into The Light.

She Was Addicted To Red Water, Foolish Mother Lost A Daughter.

All Because Of This Picture That She Drew,

Her Fountain Ran Out Quick, With A Very Large Spew.

The Very Next Day, Her Mother Drew A Picture To.

They Didn’t Need To Be An Artist, And Darling Neither Do You.