Paper Cuts

You, you're just a piece of paper in my pocket.
That's all right?
No, you're more than that.
I love you.

I love you because you put a roof over my head.
I love you because you put clothes on my back.
I love you because you put food on my family's table.
But despite all you do for me, I still hate you.

I hate you because people steal for you.
I hate you because governments lie to their people for you.
I hate you because people kill their own flesh and blood for you.
I hate you because I can't live without you.

You, you're the root of all evil.
Who would've ever imagined that paper cuts so deep?