Paper cut,
Criticizing the amount of aches
And several heartbreaks
Alone, will it survive?
A blank sheet could've been so plain,
To cause a hissing pain
Through the skin, it climbed
Paper cut,
Raw demons under our beds
Messed up thoughts in our heads
Coincidences, it's going to make--you wonder why you even try
Velvet tinted fingertips
Each touch may vary to lost a grip
How does the love runs dry?
Paper cut,
A fountain claw has it senses
Has the right to demonstrate its defenses,
Creating our "must-haves" above the gleaming stars
Burried promises and surfaced platforms drew a raid,
Choked out confessions became my aid,
Will you be able to clean the scars?
Paper cut,
Scrolling a list of autumn lies
Scanning with my blood-shot eyes
All these nightmares are in under attack
Just because I told you what and how I felt,
Doesn't mean my wounds needed help,
Please, do not expect my swollen lips to say "I Love You" back
My "Gianni & Kyle" playlist is on