Life ON Paper

I believe in broken strings 
And vocal chords scarred from uttering 
Words I scream when I'm alone 
Arguing with this microphone 

I believe in paper dolls 
Burning in these shopping malls 
Torch them with the words I scream 
'Cause they don't mean a fucking thing 

My Life is nothing more 
Than a few bad lines spread across my floor 
And I'll try and try over again 
But I'll never make sense of them 

I feel like a liquor fit 
On my knees and I still won't quit 
Feeling like it's all I got 
I could kill myself with ONE MORE SHOT 

I feel like a cigarette 
Short lived and cancerous 
Light me up and suck me in 'cause 
Neither of us will ever win 

It's nothing more 
Than a few bad lines spread across my floor 
And I'll try and try over again 
But I'll never make sense of them 

My Life is nothing more 
Than a few bad lines spread across my floor 
And I'll try and try over again 
But I'll never make sense of them 

No I'll never make sense...