When I get low I hate myself
Can´t think, can´t breathe, can´t find my hell
When I look in the mirror
Don´t know who I am anymore
Find a whore just to fill the holes indoors

I just keep on living life
Can´t stop, gotta go
Words you say cut like a knife
Got me bleeding slow
What can I say, I´m in love with your type
I can´t get enough
It feels like a drug at night
Fiending for your love (Okay)

So where should we go?
´Cuz I want to get out of here, I don´t care no more
Stuck in my head, feel like a maze
I´m lost and now i´m gonna go get high
I, don´t miss the lows, don´t miss you either (No)
´Cuz you a cheater, Jeffrey Dahmer, heart eater

Break me down, smoke me up
I´mma fiend for love but don´t tell anyone
´Cuz I know that you´re bad for my health, and you kill me slow
But, I hope that you don´t, it´s too hard to let go

When I get low I hate myself
Can´t think, can´t breathe, can´t find my hell
When I look in the mirror
Don´t know who I am anymore
Find a whore just to fill the holes and doors