Shine like sincerity, so bright that no one sees you
Cloud up their clarity then run them through
They'll give you everything, go blind so they can see you
Raise insincerity to miss the truth

Oh my paper rose, strike a borrowed pose
And they'll never know your frail truth

Did you really mean it, did you really feel it
That black heart attack, heart attack
Never did you mean it, so I must believe it
I'm not coming back, coming back. I'm not

I heard you speak a name, one you can not relate to
One who would die from shame aligned to you
Kept from your filthy mouth
That thing does not deserve to
Be spared by those dirty lips you pass them through

Oh my paper rose, strike a borrowed pose
And they'll never know your frail truth

Did you really mean it, did you really feel it
That black heart attack, heart attack
Never did you mean it, so I must believe it
I'm not coming back, coming back. I'm not

You're so clever how could you ever mistake the replica
You're so clever how could you ever mistake the replica for the real thing

Did you really mean it, did you really feel it
That black heart attack, heart attack
Never did you mean it, so I must believe it
I'm not coming back, coming back. I'm not