pretty picture

you don't know this pain,
how dare you judge the time.
It waits to be put to rest with the beginning

you don't own me, you only feel me with lies
your pretty picture is fading away the past, misleading,
it waits, as i have to.

your word cut, if they can go any deeper
I just might cry
I just might
you could stop this life, slice with that knife
cut me from your life.

pretty picture, on the wall
Who is cut the deepest of all?