Bad Days

Can't feel love but kinesthetic Cut me open as expected Stole my heart, gave me prosthetic Self-induced, pushed to addicted So cut me out and let me down Let me down You let me down Some would call it bittersweet I call it nothing at all anymore I've got these bruises on my skin I'll win, I'll win Most nights like these I never win I'll win, I'll win So now I'm trading the bad days in So I can mend And maybe now I'll win I'm cutting ties with the lies Now I'm finding out what it means to be hypnotized And now I'm out on my own There's not a place to call home I fucking miss you, but I hate you Now I'm sad but there's no going back No going back No going back I came back to the place that we first met In my head, it was more than broken images You broke me, bled me, believed me So why'd you lie? Why'd you lie? I've got these bruises on my skin I'll win, I'll win Most nights like these I never win I'll win, I'll win So now I'm trading the bad days in So I can mend And maybe now I'll win Every word you said Went straight through my face I'm gonna find out How to set my own pace Every word you said Went straight through my face I'm gonna find out How to set my own pace And every word you said Went straight through my face And now I've found out How to end these bad days