Now every tiny paper-cut
Seems like a stab wound.
Every single change you make
Leaves me frightened,
Frozen in my corner.
You've made a few changes
Simple though they are;
A little bit of pressure
Applied here and there.
The fragile sides of
My boxed world
Have collapsed upon
The helpless me.
Now squashed between
All these changes, differences,
Every tiny paper-cut
Seems like a stab wound.
A single shout,
The smallest of arguments
Leave me whimpering, cowering,
Weeping away in my corner.
Now every tiny paper-cut
Seems like a stab wound.
Every single change you make
Leaves me frightened,
Frozen in my corner.
I meet your gaze,
Quickly look elsewhere
But your gaze is something
I just can't ignore.
I hear your muttering,
Cursing beneath your breath
At the me you've created
But I wish you could just see
That it's not my fault;
It's all yours...
How can I change who you've made me?
Every little of your decisions
Has shaped my personality
So don't even try to blame it on me!
I wish you'd just see, understand,
That this is really who I am.
No matter how much your curse and complain,
I'm just me and so I shall remain.
Now every tiny paper-cut
Seems like a stab wound.
Every single change you make
Leaves me frightened,
Frozen in my corner.
Now every tiny paper-cut
Seems like a stab wound.
