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[verse 1] [minimal guitar, atmospheric] another night of sleeping through my alarm, drag myself up like it's some kind of art. got a checklist just to feel like I'm moving— cross it off, but I'm back at the start. they say "you've got it all figured out," I say "thanks" and change the subject fast. 'cause if they looked a little closer, they'd see I'm held together with scotch tape and glass. [chorus] paper thin... paper thin... wearing out my second skin... paper thin... caving in... but I grin, yeah I grin... [verse 2] [drums enter, steady pulse] read somewhere that fake it 'til you make it, so I've been faking for about five years. got a highlight reel that's Oscar-worthy, but the behind-the-scenes? nobody steers near. [pre-chorus] [tempo increases, guitars get sharper] and I laugh like nothing's heavy! while my chest weighs a ton— tell myself that I'm just busy, not that I've come undone! 'cause if I say it out loud it's over, so I bite my tongue and run... [chorus] paper thin... paper thin... holding back the flood within... paper thin... stretched so thin... just let me win... just this once, let me win... [bridge] [instrumental break—jangly guitars, driving beat] (it's manageable... it's under control...) (just need to hold on... just need to hold...) (one more day, one more smile...) (I'll rest in a while...) [outro] [fading, guitar lingers with reverb] yeah, I'm fine... walking the line... paper thin... all the time.
