Your head, brick wall. Your hands broken. Tied and burned, beaten. Open wound, weeping. . Paper cuts inside. My mistakes collide. . I'm alive, I'm trying. Stop the noise. Quiet. . My hands
Bài hát Papercuts (feat. Vera Blue) - Illy, Vera Blue. En garde, my god, how she get at me. Either we'll never get it right or it's meant to be. My ego, her pride, some recipe. We're our biggest
