Paper-Cuts کے بول

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?