[Verse 1] When he wants something from you his eyes get so soft. When he wants to love you he takes armor off. But once he's done with everything that he got, He flips a switch, And you're left with this, Hole in your chest, And no one believes that he once gave you his best. [Chorus] On paper I'm never his girl. No trail, no traces that I'm in his world. He holds me and molds me to be what he wants, And then throws me away once I'm fragile and gaunt. He laughs with the townsfolk that I'm a shell of myself, But would never admit that he dragged me through hell. They say I'm all crazy, don't know what he's done. He collects all his muses and then hands them a gun. [Verse 2] He wrote his poems straight on my skin, But drowned all the words out with cheap college Gin. He loves who ever is present with him, But leaves once their heart is worn ragged and thin. His heart on his sleeve makes you think he's a lover. But it's just a sticker he uses as cover. He'll kiss you and touch you like no one else exists, Then forget your name when he exits. [Chorus] On paper I'm never his girl. No trail, no traces that I'm in his world. He holds me and molds me to be what he wants, And then throws me away once I'm fragile and gaunt. He laughs with the townsfolk that I'm a shell of myself, But would never admit that he dragged me through hell. They say I'm all crazy, don't know what he's done. He collects all his muses and then hands them a gun. [Bridge] I felt it. I saw it. I heard it. I lived it. I felt it. He wrote it. He spoke it. He broke it. He tricked it. He burned it. I felt it. There was chemistry, I swear, I swear. Please believe me, you just had to be there. [Chorus] On paper I'm never his girl. No trail, no traces that I'm in his world. He holds me and molds me to be what he wants, And then throws me away once I'm fragile and gaunt. He laughs with the townsfolk that I'm a shell of myself, But would never admit that he dragged me through hell. They say I'm all crazy, don't know what he's done. He collects all his muses and then hands them a gun. [Outro] [Crescendo, swirling instrumentals] On paper I'm never his girl. (I was never his girl) No trail, no traces that I'm in his world. (He was my whole world) He holds me and molds me to be what he wants, And then throws me away once I'm fragile and gaunt. He laughs with the townsfolk that I'm a shell of myself, But would never admit that he dragged me through hell. They say I'm all crazy, don't know what he's done. (Look what you've done) He collects all his muses and then hands them a gun. I felt it. I felt it. I swear to God, I felt it.
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