Put my scars down in ink

Make them permanent but pink

Make it just a painted thing

Paint angel’s wings

Put my wounds into words

Paint a background full of birds

Rhyme my cries with pretty chords

Or they won’t be heard

I would make a lovely tragic muse

Give your pity pretty hues

Pour your color over all my blues

I would make a great Melpomene

Dripping tears and paint and honesty

Put a frame and a filter upon me

Oil painted tears still sting

Turn my screaming into singing

Paint my portrait as I sink

Among the weeds

Use my blood as ink

Or use it as the wine you drink

As you paint the next mona lisa

At least I hope at least I think

Make me your lovely tragic muse please

Make my tears a thing of beauty

Let me make it my duty

Make me some morose Melpomene

Hear my fears and find a harmony

Make what music you want of me

Overwhelming let me lie here

Let me pose please

Tell my story

Underwater let me die here

Take your notes please

Tell my story

Don’t be timid, make it gory

Give me back my angel’s glory

I would make a lovely tragic muse

Give your pity pretty hues

Pour your color over all my blues

Make me some morose Melpomene

Hear my fears and find a harmony

Make what music you want of me