She says she loves me
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But she comes and goes when she pleases
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When the door shuts
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It's like another papercut
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And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
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Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
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Claims she loves me
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But she cuts me into pieces
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When I'm sewed up
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Here comes another papercut
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Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
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Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
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We met 22 years back
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Fresh out the womb
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Now she consumes me,
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No room for self these days
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And she's so demanding
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Do this, do that
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Don't forget to take your medicine
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I hate it when her face is invading my head again
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The welcome mat reads "please take off your shoes"
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But she disregards the statement
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I've grown accustomed to bending my beliefs to
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Satisfy her needs
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But I'm fed up
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With plugging cuts everytime they bleed
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So I dip my pen in the puddle
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What a bloody mess its been
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Trying to end this struggle
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But I love her,
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She's the reason for the lesions
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Man I love her
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I start bleeding when she's leaving
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And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
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All the lessons learned
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On my missions to try to find her but
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I'll sit alone until she comes back home
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And I'll be waiting by the phone
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[phone rings:] "Hello?"
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She says she loves me
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But she comes and goes when she pleases
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When the door shuts
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It's like another papercut
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And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
|
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
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Claims she loves me
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But she cuts me into pieces
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When I'm sewed up
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Here comes another papercut
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Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
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Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
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[On the Phone]
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She don't live here no more
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I heard she's staying down the street with the dead beat
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That don't treat her right with two bad ass kids
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Guilt and Regret
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And I'm willing to bet
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My last album that she's wishing she was kissing me
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Man the nerve of this bitch
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Pardon my French
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But it's been 10 days
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And I'm getting kind of light headed
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Maybe I'll write her a letter in a gentleman's way
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And send it with the hopes that she might get it
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I can't believe I let her run all over me
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But all I think about is
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When she's here and holding me
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I love her
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She's the reason for the lesions
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Man I love her
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I start bleeding when she's leaving
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And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
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All the lessons learned
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All my missions trying to find her and
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I can't complain
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I kind of like the pain
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She ain't even got a name
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She just lives in my brain
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And says..
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She says she loves me
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But she comes and goes when she pleases
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When the door shuts
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It's like another papercut
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And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
|
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
|
Claims she loves me
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But she cuts me into pieces
|
When I'm sewed up
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Here comes another papercut
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Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
|
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
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She says she loves me but
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(she really thinks that im an asshlole)
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She says she loves me but
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(my ears are too big)
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She says she loves me but
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(i pick my nose too much)
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She says she loves me but
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(she says i never really listen)
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She says she loves me but
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(i take too many pills)
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She says she loves me but
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(i never pay my bills)
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She says she loves me but
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(i wait until the last minute)
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She says she loves me but
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(i dont try hard enough)
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Papercuts
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| Gym Class Heroes |
