Is this your word against mine / your hands are cold as ice / and will you ever regret / all the things that you said / or are you loosing ties // and oh, how beautiful a lie / when it makes you feel like you can fly // is this the part where you speak your mind / your mouth is blurring the lines / and have you done what you can / to destroy all my plans / or have you just started // and oh, how beautiful a lie / when it makes you feel like you can fly / and your wings are made of paper dreams and paper futures // your words they cut like blades / when you run them across my pain / like you could just say anything / and I won't feel it / your hands they're deadly traps / when you stick knives into my back / and rip this heart out of my chest / that I already gave