No one smells the roses back at home because i'm not good enough,
and everyone leaves.

I'm stuck bleeding the same old family disease.

Mother, you've left a seed rot the better side.
Father, you're burying yourself in this little nothing,
I speak will hear what I've been doing.
Cause i'm trapped under my family tree.

No one smells the roses back at home,
cause' everyone leaves, and you're the disease.

Is this a tell a tragedy, or did I cut down the forest before the trees?

I've seen the forest,
I've cut down the trees
I've already been killed a dream.

I've got a bitter tongue, and no one wants to see.
That the sunshine, isn't meant to be

The sunshine isn't meant for me,
i'm stuck bleeding.

I'm stuck bleeding the same old family disease.