No rejection to fear

Is it cause for concern

Who's to say what is real

When i can prove i'm alive

Maybe i am morre than this, but how can i believe



The stars burn without us

So we make it up to keep the appeal

As cancer disarms us

Only my paper-cuts seem real



Waste a moment with me

While the rest wait their turn

Can't imagine what good

Is the function of truth

Maybe we should share the news but what fun would that be?



The stars burn without us

So we make it up to keep the appeal

As cancer disarms us

Only my paper-cuts seem real

Tell me your paper-cuts are real



I'm lying beside you, but i have no proof

I'm singing as loud as i can

But baby what is the use?



The stars burn without us

So we make it up to keep the appeal

As cancer disarms us

Only my paper-cuts seem real

Tell me your paper-cuts are real

Why are those paper-cuts not real?