Текст песни Taken - James Paddock

Paper cut my heart, why don't you
Help this moment last, why won't you

The effort it's taken
To be the self that I'm trying to sell
They're all taken
With themselves or with somebody else
It's some kind of hell
Don't want to live as a single cell

Why do I feel I missed a chance to end the mad?

Paper cut my soul, why don't you

The endless backbreaking
To sell the soul that I'm trying to sell
Left me scarred and aching
Show me something that compels
Been smiling and faking
And all I know is the "else"

Why do I feel I missed a chance I never had?