Papercuts

I got scars on my arms But the ones that cut the deepest Are the ones you can't even see Between you and me What do you see Mental laceration Need some separation Before I become imagination I used to feel joy sometimes But it's been a real long, real long time I'm so fucked up inside I can't get out, get out of my mind So say your prayers tonight Cause I'm bound, I'm bound to die I cope by writing rhymes But maybe this is the last time I don't even know where to begin Thoughts of me dying, creeping in I don't even know where to begin I got scars on my arms But the ones that cut the deepest Are the ones you can't even see Between you and me What do you see My papercuts cut deeper than you may think On the surface it looks just like a little bitch But in reality, shit cuts fucking deep man I got scars on my arms But the ones that cut the deepest Are the ones you can't even see Between you and me What do you see