I Am The Paper, I Am The Ink
I've lost all emotion
Just a breathing shell
But the words will tell
Of someone as deep as the ocean
If there's one thing that saved my life
You'll find it scribbled on these pages
The reasons why I write
You may even find a secret or two
Inside the transparent stains of the tears I've cried
Blank pages medicate me
When I'm withered and torn
If you're looking for your missing piece
Sit down and read about this girl
I am the paper and I am the ink
In order to find myself
I have to really think
Then I bleed out something beautiful
If you ever put my body in a box
You won't recognize my name
So check my pocket
There you'll find my soul and my shame.