Cursed by my imagination,nTeaming with echoes of situations.nI do not feel well, pressed beneath this spell.nPolishing my social skills,nWith one more drink, and two more pills.nI do not feel good, I thought by now I would.nnBut then again.nIt's like one thousand paper cuts,nSoaked in vinegar.nLike the battles with yourself,nThat leave you insecure.nIt's all just a numbing charadenUntil the day you finally wake up,nAnd you're not afraid.nnBound by my own disposition,nThe endless hunt to find fruition.nI'm insatiable, even if my cup is full.nMy sore throats, are now routine.nI've got to write those songs, make 'em scream.nThey're insatiable, even if their ears are full.nnBut then again.nIt's like one thousand paper cuts,nSoaked in vinegar.nLike the battles with yourself,nThat leave you insecure.nIt's all just a numbing charadenUntil the day you finally wake up,nAnd you're notnAfraid.nnIt's like one thousand paper cuts,nSoaked in vinegar.nLike the battles with yourself,nThat leave you insecure.nIt's all just a numbing charadenUntil the day you finally wake up,nAnd you're not afraid.