Paper Cut
It's just a paper cut, you say, But I know how those hurt And also that I make you turn 200 pages a day. How many times can you smile Through that sharp pain? If I don't stop this right away My apologies are in vain. Baby, I feel so criminal When you react each time with love. My past's checkered, I'm a fugitive, I'm trying to rise above. Today I choose, I decide, Who wins or loses this fight That rages inside me when I feel fear. I'm going to give you respite. From now on, I will think again Before I think worst of you, In my moments of sense, I realise That men like you are few.