paroles de chanson Miss You - Syke

I stole cupid's pistol
Shot my shot i missed you
Burned those books we flipped through
Why can't I forget you
You stuck on my mental
Lost you when I kissed you
All those years I skim through
Think thats why I miss you

I been gettin' sick of these games
I was doin fine, but im losing my aim
No amount of fun gonna numb this pain
Looking for the joy, stick it into these veins
Skin stuck in these flames
I am one to blame
Fish too big, pic flowin past frames
Quick, throw it past pain
I don't wanna drown in the shame
You met a couple guys but they left when they came
Girl I used to keep ya shoes tied

Now you trippin over guys that ain't even got time for your love
You were never one for the club
Now you grindin on guys fillin drinks in your cup
While i'm tryna sober... up
We livin different lives
I don't even drink, guess we livin different lies
We been gettin high, but we live in different skies
So I guess we keep on livin until one of us dies
Ok

How do I tell her that I been feelin so lost
How do I know if she really feelin this loss
How did they draw her with all the ink on that blot test
How do i know if theres really faith in that cross
How could she tell me that everything was all right
How do i know if she really holdin on tight
How do i know if she only got one life left
How do i know if she really losin' this fight
Like yuh

Shot my shot i missed you
Why can't i forget you
All those years skimmed through
Think thats why I
Yea
Alright

I stole cupid's pistol
Shot my shot i missed you
Burned those books we flipped through
Why can't I forget you
You stuck on my mental
Lost you when I kissed you
All those years I skim through
Think thats why I miss you

I don't care about the money
I don't care about the fame
I don't care about these people all they music sound the same
I don't care about the streams, or the numbers or the gains
All this shit i would exchange just to hear you say my name
You don't care about the shoes
Wouldn't care about a purse
If I got you somethin nice wouldn't ask what its worth
You don't care about the guys that were gettin rich first
But you care about the ones that hurt
I know you wouldve loved these sounds
But i lost my frown in your eyes deep brown
Songs like this woulda made you smile
But they wouldn't exist if you were here right now
Used to be yah king but i lost my crown
You treatin other guys like a lost and found
Tryna stay afloat but i just might drown
Flauntin all this wealth but im broke deep down deep

How do I tell her that I been feelin so lost
How do I know if she really feelin this loss
How did they draw her with all the ink on that blot test
How do i know if theres really faith in that cross
How could she tell me that everything was all right
How do i know if she really holdin on tight
How do i know if she only got one life left
How do i know if she really losin' this fight
Like yeah

Shot my shot i missed you
Why can't i forget you
Kept those books we flipped through
Think thats why I
Yea
Alright

I stole cupid's pistol
Shot my shot i missed you
Burned those books we flipped through
Why can't I forget you
You stuck on my mental
Lost you when I kissed you
All those years I skim through
Think thats why I miss you