Paper Cut

My paper cut is infected Cause it was neglected Bandaids won’t solve the issue Some alcohol on a tissue Slice up all my fingers Cut my arms Tear my veins Rip my heart Why are you vain You got some blood on your hands Just wash them Pretend to understand You think your such a man By leaving me buried in the sand My paper cut is infected I might need some septic Slap my cheek Ignore my defeat You got my blood on your hands I don’t know who I am Bleeding out on the road Pass the stop sign Cause I know your ready to go