Paper cut

Now I feel so alone
Listening to the dial tone
I’ll take another pill
To swallow my pain
And call you back up
But it’s always the same

You hang up on me
Before I start to cry
You give up on me
Before I even try

And I can’t figure this out
Or how our troubles begin
Please don’t shut me out
And break my heart again

I gave you paper flowers
To match my paper heart
You used them for a while
Then ripped them apart

And every time
You pick the scabs
On my wounded soul
I keep my mouth shut
Until I lose control

I’m ready to cut the leash
And fucking freak out
Close my broken heart
And fucking push you out

I’m sick of complaining
I don’t want to cry
I’m sick of holding on
I just want to die