Neeka a Baddie - paper cuts can kill you if there's enough Lyrics

Oh
People like to push buttons
That aren't their own
Oh
It's easy to disguise
And sit on a throne
Oh
But have you ever looked
Into someone's eyes
And felt
The pain that they hold
What if that pain is your own?
And your eyes
Are floodgates
Holding back sediments of pain

Oh
Rusty pipe
Oh
Rusty pipe
I have a gripe
With love
Rusty pipe
Oh
Rusty pipe
That shit's not sent from above
It f*cks you from below
Oh!

Oh
Sometimes I don't wanna know what my future holds
Oh?
I get so scared of ending up on my throne alone
Stomach pains, they never go away
As a child, I barely ate
"Oh, my stomach aches. My tummy aches"
My life is mundane
There hasn't been a day
Where I've smiled
And if I have
It's fake
Like people these days
Oh

Rusty pipe
Oh
Rusty pipe
I have a gripe
With love
Rusty pipe
Oh
Rusty pipe
That shit's not sent from above
It f*cks you from below
Oh!

Oh
I want to go back to sleep
My dreams only come true
In my dreams
My mind is trying to comfort me
Oh
But nothing is
As it seems
An alternate universe
In the delta phase
But it's all fake
It's all a haze
There's something wrong
With my "pretty" face
F*ck everything
It all wastes away
And makes you feel like
You can't run into the hills
And love life

Oh
Paper cuts
Oh
Paper cuts
All over my body
If there's enough
Oh
If there's enough
You will bleed out someday
Bleak burning blood
Bleak burning blood
I cut
My
Self
Deep
This time