I paint a pretty picture
But the story has a twist
My paint brush is a razor
And my canvas is my wrist, bitch
Yo, I really wanna die today
Get on my knees and start to pray like
Dear God why'd you bring me here?
I just can't do this shit another year I fear
I cry myself to sleep
I wake up in the morning feeling weak
I just don't wanna live
Don't wanna live
I don't wanna live
I don't wanna live
Right, where do I start?
There's a big hole inside of my heart
And I can't fill it up
I can't fill it up
I can't fill it up
I can't fill it up
When I tell others how I feel they say
Don't say that
It's not a big deal
There's kids out there that are starving
Let me see your wrists
Have you been carving?
Yeah, couple scars on my wrists
Paint a pretty picture
But the story has a little twist
I'm an artist
My paintbrush a razor
Secondary school never took off my blazer
Took off my blazer
Took off my blazer
Secondary school
Never took off my blazer
I'm an artist
My paintbrush a razor
Secondary school
Never took off my blazer
Took off my blazer
Took off my blazer
Secondary school
Never took off my blazer
I'm an artist
My paintbrush a razor
Secondary school never took off my blazer
Took off my blazer
Took off my blazer
Secondary school
Never took off my blazer
I'm an artist
My paintbrush a razor
Secondary school never took off my blazer