You were the thorn in my side.
The splinter in my heart.
Which since has turned to paper, has had you tearing it apart.
Writing songs to show, that this is the only way I know.
But if you want a chorus, all ill give to you is this verse.
A play on words.
An emo song.
A love embellished curse.
Paper hearts stop bleeding the day the ink ran out.
Finding with no heartache, theres no heartache to write about.
Inside of paper hearts lay poems, words upon a line.
That's all you'll ever be to me. A mention on a line.
To the girl, with those eyelashes, who stole my paper heart.
And with her lighter burnt it, into ashes, this is just the start.
So ill just write another, and another after that.
Because girls like you will never understand.
That boys like me set traps.
