You tell me I'm dramatic
You say I want too much in life
You see me as an object
You use your words cut deep inside
How does it feel to wound me
How does it feel to wound me
Cause I'm paper thin
And your words are weapons
Trying to live
While I'm in your possession
Your words are weapons
Your words are weapons
I find a broken mirror
And try to patch together all the debris
And as I hold it nearer
The only broken thing is me
How does it feel to wound me
How does it feel to wound me
Cause I'm paper thin
And your words are weapons
Trying to live
While I'm in your possession
Your words are weapons
Your words are weapons