I hate that you pointed out
Everything I hate about my self
It's so sad
Like wheres my self respect
Must've lost it with all your second chances
Holding on to the past
Cause it's all that I have
Leave a kiss on my cheek
While im shot in the back
Wish you could feel all the pain in my head
I wanna see your face
When he f*cks with the Devil
And you see him as a God
I wanna be the pills
I wanna be the drinks
That you forcibly take
To feel something
I'm holding on to all the wrong things
I shouldn't miss
No I shouldn't miss
The smell of roses now
Two faced laying with the Gemini's
3 years I wasted floating in lies
For all the scars you left on my health
5 months I spent tryna find myself
And I write sins not tragedies
Hope it sings in your head
When she's in your bed
Then tell me why it's hard to trust yourself
I wanna see your face
When he f*cks with the Devil
And you see him as a God
I wanna see you drop to the floor
Hope your world caves in
Then you think of me
I'm holding on to all the wrong things
I shouldn't miss
No I shouldn't miss
The smell of roses now
I miss the wrong things
I miss the way I used to feel
When I was broken
I shouldn't miss this
I'm holding on to all the wrong things
I shouldn't miss
No I shouldn't miss
The smell of roses now
I miss the wrong things
I miss the way I used to feel
When I was broken