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
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