You see nothing to be adored, when obsession takes it's toll You can't 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 can't defeat? Boiled over burning clean toward the flesh blocks in your knees It's 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 That's it's 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?