Monday, August 2, 2010

.paper cut.

Everything is going well at least thats what I tell myself
I wish I was the tinman so I wouldn't have a heart to break

I'm ok, I'll survive
I only think about you half of the time
All these tears are just drops in the ocean baby
You barely even cross my mind, no no
And it doesn't hurt that much
It was only a papercut
Its only a papercut

I forget that its there
You keep calling and calling you don't care
How it burns
How it stings
Just cuz you can't see it bleed
Doesn't mean it don't cut deep

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