Papercuts

I got scars on my arms
But the ones that cut the deepest
Are the ones you can't even see
Between you and me
What do you see

Mental laceration
Need some separation
Before I become imagination

I used to feel joy sometimes
But it's been a real long, real long time
I'm so fucked up inside
I can't get out, get out of my mind
So say your prayers tonight
Cause I'm bound, I'm bound to die
I cope by writing rhymes
But maybe this is the last time

I don't even know where to begin
Thoughts of me dying, creeping in
I don't even know where to begin

I got scars on my arms
But the ones that cut the deepest
Are the ones you can't even see
Between you and me
What do you see

My papercuts cut deeper than you may think
On the surface it looks just like a little bitch
But in reality, shit cuts fucking deep man

I got scars on my arms
But the ones that cut the deepest
Are the ones you can't even see
Between you and me
What do you see



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Webster
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