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.
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.
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