Paper Cuts - Incubus

Dear reader, unearth me

Before I fade to black

These pages, razor blades

Secrets I can’t take back

Don’t you dare, you promised

That’s where I spill my guts

My hopes and vitriols

Big words and paper cuts

I wrote those words to you

And every bit was true

But you were not meant to read them

Those words were mine

Unveil me, my diary

Like ghosts here from the past

Will follow without mercy

Some words were built to last aeons

I wrote those words to you

And every bit was true

But you were not meant to read them

Those words were mine

I wrote those words to you

And there wasn’t much else to do

But you were not meant to read them

Those words weren’t mine

These pages

Razor blades

Secrets I can’t take back