(Thats incentive...)
You see nothing to be adored, when obsession takes its toll
You cant place you in between the pages of fashion magazines
Paper cuts from turning pages, just like a bad dream
Is it this or that or me that makes you love what you cant defeat
Boiled over burning clean toward the flesh blocks in your knees
Its a lesson that just might keep suppressing appetites
Paper cuts from turning pages, just like a bad dream
Is it this or that or me that makes you love what
And I live this life just to bear these scars
Will the hurt subside, if you decide?
Thats its me and you this time
Is it you that always... is it you that decides
And I live this life just to bear these scars
Will the hurt subside, if you decide?
And I live this life just to bear these scars
Will the hurt subside, if you decide?
