paper girl

Paper skin, paper skin 

You’re just a girl with paper skin 

They’ll write notes on your arms 

Draw flowers on your scars

And you’ll let them

Let them right in. 

Paper skin, paper skin 

No one wants the girl with paper skin 

But she’ll dry your tears

With her fragile hands 

Then watch them frail, and rip, and tear

Paper skin paper skin 

Folded, molded and filled with sin 

Run in the rain just to kiss you skin 

Watch her soul melt as you leave again

Watch as she melts as you leave again