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This is about me feeling crappy like crap because of crappy arguments and crap going on.

I personally call it The Crap Song.

It's official name is Paperclips though.

I mean who wants to listen to a song that sounds like it's about crap?


Submitted:Oct 11, 2011    Reads: 131    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


I don't why you're crying

I'm the curling flower

Maybe it's because you watch me dying

Knowing that you're the weed killer

So you feel the guilt closing in

Well you should have thought of that

Before you started taking things too far

What goes around always comes back

Shrunken to the size of the paperclips

That I need to hold myself together

I'm not falling for your guilt trips

You hate being the apologizer

Do you know what really tears me up?

The fact you never claim to be responsible

You twist the story so much

It's like barbed wire and it cuts me terrible

Like a chip in a windscreen

In the end I cracked

And I was as sharp with you

As broken glass

You ask if we're beyond repair

But it's nothing to do with regret

You just buckle under the stares

Ofpeoplewho say

They didn't know you were like that

Shrunken to the size of the paperclips

That I need to hold myself together

I couldreallyusea staple gun

To shut your mouth forever





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