(That's incentive...)

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?