I'm looking at a pretty picture you held my hand,
you touched me, you kissed me I wasn't afraid.
It seems at that moment you felt so sincere,
then I started questioning what I'm doing here.
When looking at this pretty picture it seems like we're
one,
you held me, you loved me, now what have you done?

I wish I could just slit your throat,
make it so it hurts.
Place my knife on your artery,
then draw it back to me.
We can lie in the puddle of blood
when you will pray to god,
and I will have on a smile of content
cause now you feel a bit, of how I felt.

You speak to me like there is nothing wrong,
I smile to you as if you weren't a moron.
You take out the camera and say I should smile,
you kiss me and touch me, it has been a while.
I understand what you're trying to do here.
And I have a surprise for you my dear.

I wish I could just slit your throat,
make it so it hurts.
Place my knife on your artery,
then draw it back to me.
We can lie in the puddle of blood
when you will pray to god,
and I will have on a smile of content
cause now you feel a bit, of how I felt.

I can't believe you've touched her (and now you're touching
me)
can't believe you've kissed her (and now you're kissing me)
cant believe you really thought I wouldn't know,
well I can see straight through your awful show.

I wish I could just slit your throat,
make it so it hurts.
Place my knife on your artery,
then draw it back to me.
We can lie in the puddle of blood
when you will pray to god,
and I will have on a smile of content
cause now you feel a bit, of how I felt.

You tell me this picture paints the rest of our lives,
I smile when the flash comes then pull out a knife.
You start with the predicted "I'm sorry"
but I'm not in a hurry.
I let you mumble on and on,
and then in a second you're gone.