There's no shame in standing upnAnd fighting for what you believe innI could only hope that your firing squadnIs not trained intently on massacring me.nnHold out for far too long without a single wordnAnd you'll fall back on what you feel and what you knownIntuition is your proxy and your heart is a secondary notionnMy existence is nothing to you now.nnTake your paper hearts and cut them upnLet them fall out your bedroom windownAnd blow out into the evening skynTake your paper love and cut it upnLet it fall out your bedroom windownAnd blow out to float free and diennI sought to make what I could of thisnBut came up broken and empty handed.nI could only dream of happy timesnWhen there was no rut I'd fallen in.nnI could smile at you tonight across the waynBut it'd go off undirected and unnoticednIntuition is your proxy and you know what it'll saynI'm just a shadow of doubt on the wall of your heartnnTake your paper hearts and cut them upnLet them fall out your bedroom windownAnd blow out into the evening skynTake your paper love and cut it upnLet it fall out your bedroom windownAnd blow out to float free and die.