Paroles
It's getting late
I don't know what I'm gonna say
When I get home to my momma, with a broken hearted face
Every step I take I feel like I'm afraid
To be left on an island
Or somewhere stuck in space
Paper hearts
Are so hard to make
Ink on a table
Is so hard to erase
You were a silhouette
A tough one to chase
Letting you go was
The hardest choice I'll ever have to make
300 days ever since I last saw your face
Are you still beautiful from the outside looking in?
There's not a day god, lets me change my ways
And say that it's possible
Though it's not
Paper hearts
Are so hard to make
Ink on a table
Is so hard to erase
You were a silhouette
A tough one to chase
Letting you go was
The hardest choice I'll ever have to make
(Instrumental)
Paper hearts
Are so hard to make
Ink on a table
Is so hard to erase
You were a silhouette
A tough one to chase
Letting you go was
The hardest choice I'll ever have to make
