Edit You (feat. Stela Cole)

I hate looking back I hate looking back 'cause oh my God He did me like trash, damn Why I'm always looking, looking back At you like you're something? You said I'm nothing Why'd you do that? Tell me, hey Oh yeah I see you out and you're a fucking mess Oh yeah You should know that I'm the fucking best Oh yeah And I should know that I'm the fucking best So why do I still cry? I'm cutting you out I'm cutting you out of my head My scissors out, ouch Guillotine straight to your head 'Cause I never wanna remember I just wanna picture you dead And edit you out, whoa Edit you out of my head Edit you out (Ouch) Edit you out (Ouch) Edit you, edit you, my, my (Ouch) Edit you out (Ouch) Edit you, edit you, my, my I tried to delete you That didn't teach you, did it? Took keys to your car, gave you some scars Just like you gave me, oh I watched as it burned, I loved till it hurt But that didn't work Just brought out the worst in me Oh yeah I see you out and you're a fucking mess Oh yeah You should know that I'm the fucking best Oh yeah And I should know that I'm the fucking best So why do I still cry? I'm cutting you out I'm cutting you out of my head My scissors out, ouch Guillotine straight to your head 'Cause I never wanna remember I just wanna picture you dead And edit you out, whoa Edit you out of my head Edit you out (Ouch) Edit you out (Ouch) Edit you, edit you, my, my (Ouch) Edit you out (Ouch) I'm cutting you out I'm cutting you out of my head My scissors out, ouch Guillotine straight to your head 'Cause I never wanna remember I just wanna picture you dead And edit you out, whoa Edit you out of my head