It’s bitter sweet looking at you
I don’t know why but it’s like I’m paper with you
I’m a balled-crunched up piece
Just a touch sends me in two ways
I’m a stepped-on paper, so crushed
All I can do is hold everything in
You come around and my stomach twist
You make me so sick; I’m addicted to it
When everything comes down I’m a flattened sheet
It’s a relieve but I miss the feeling
I’m still with creases
Just waiting to be balled up again
I know it’s all in my head
But what can I do?
I know nothing’s ever going to happen
I keep telling myself to stop, but I just can’t.
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