Fill my cup, we drink from the same well Fill my cup, we drink from the same well Love, fill my cup we drink from the same well Now there's anguish and comfort No food to dessert Poverty-stricken to luxury living We are lost, in the high low We could be found somewhere in the middle Somewhere in the middle Caught in that cycle on repeat Chasing that paper but paper cuts bleed Paper cuts bleed, paper cuts will bleed We are lost, in the high low We could be found somewhere in the middle Somewhere in the middle So what are we doing to keep this flow alive? We need water just to survive What are we doing to keep this flow alive? We need water just to survive Fill your cup but fill mine Fill your cup but fill mine Paper cuts will bleed