Paper cuts

The vindication of the razor, the only passion unsuppressed

But if passion fly's astray then, my darling, what is left?

I know these stories well; I spoke half of them myself

So when I am so highly wrong, how can I place shame on someone else?

I know you want to justify, why you feel this way

And I know just how you're feeling, so I cannot place on you any blame

Just look at what your saying and look at all I've done

Follow my mistakes, so you don't make the same ones.