It cuts me like a carving knife,
It burns me like a noose,
There's nothing really left for us,
Just trashy, twisted, truth.
Where it's at I'm just not sure,
I know I'm losing ground.
I'm staring in your green eyes,
I'm slowly turning round.
Hit me up for wisdom,
Knock me down for six,
Bend my arm behind my back,
You can't afford the risk.
Yeah it hurts me like a paper cut,
It maims me like a knife,
Every day is sweetest pain,
Since you came into my life...
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