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
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