Texty: Jayme Dawicki. Shatter Queen. Paper Dolls.

I may be broken,bent in half
I may be 3 smiles away from a laugh
I maybe angry, full of rage,
I may be trapped inside your mental cage,

but you,
quit playing me for a fool,
I don't care for you excuse,whoa
like paper dolls, if you cut us up,
we're through

did I stutter,
last I spoke?
this is not some kind of a joke,
you can't come crawling back to me,
what'll it take boy, to make you see?

yeah you,
quit playing me for a fool,
I don't care for you excuse, whoa
like paper dolls, if you cut us up,
we're through

playing me for a fool,
I don't care for you excuse, whoa
like paper dolls, if you cut us up,
we're through

another tear, another show,
round and round and round we go,

but you,
quit playing me for a fool,
I don't care for you excuse, whoa,
like paper dolls, if you cut us up,
we're through

playing me for a fool,
I don't care for you excuse, whoa
like paper dolls, if you cut us up,
we're through

(Thanks to Caytlin for these lyrics)