Weapons

You tell me I'm dramatic You say I want too much in life You see me as an object You use your words cut deep inside How does it feel to wound me How does it feel to wound me Cause I'm paper thin And your words are weapons Trying to live While I'm in your possession Your words are weapons Your words are weapons I find a broken mirror And try to patch together all the debris And as I hold it nearer The only broken thing is me How does it feel to wound me How does it feel to wound me Cause I'm paper thin And your words are weapons Trying to live While I'm in your possession Your words are weapons Your words are weapons