lately i’ve been spending a lot of timethinkin about my mistakesand if i could rewindsome of the choices that i’ve madeoh, cause i’ve done a few thingsthat i am not proud ofi wish i could say that i’m sorrybut i couldn’t scream it loud enoughjust like paper dollsfully capable to burnand underneath it allhand in hand to wait your turnthen you’ll feel the flamewhen it melts away your wingsjust like paper dollsnow there some peoplethat i used to call my friendsbut now they have chosen to make it their businessturn others against me and try to convince themto envision they’re in any position to judgeit’s ridiculous to see that you hate me so muchand write me off so easy like i never knew youit’s ok fake bitches, cause i can write toojust like paper dollsfully capable to burnand underneath it allhand in hand to wait your turnthen you’ll feel the flamewhen it melts away your wingsjust like paper dollswe are cut the sameim paper, so are youim happy, saw the real youi’ve moved on, why can’t you?they’ll burn you toojust like paper dollsfully capable to burnand underneath it allhand in hand to wait your turnthen you’ll feel the flamewhen it melts away your wingsjust like paper dollswe are cut the same