The roses smell Like forget-me-nots I won't breakdown For 3 more years The memories are never forgotten I still read her letters On my good days here I still look at her smile And wonder where she's been, dear I hope she's doing well now I wonder if she's forgotten about me Or does She cry Every time the song plays on the radio The roses smell Like forget-me-nots I won't breakdown For 3 more years The memories are never forgotten The cross on my shirt Reminds me of better days I am the falling Of the perfect insane It's been 2 years now Or 600 days to be exact And i'm still here Sorrowing these pills in me The day will come When I say "fuck it, this time" But today's not the day Where I apologize To myself I wish she didn't exist So I wouldn't read her memories of me I can hear the voices in my head They say I fallen off the face of the earth I'm outside now Looking at the dead flowers and the wilted roses They smell like agony Before I trouble you again With my consisent shit My mind is so unclear The roses smell Like forget-me-nots I won't breakdown For 3 more years The memories are never forgotten The cross on my shirt Reminds me of better days I am the falling Of the perfect insane