My guilty pleasure's constantly, run through my mind , what's wrong with me
Am I really this numb

My guilty pleasure's constantly, run through my mind , what's wrong with me
I'm a little fucked up, just a little messed up can't help it
I hate myself, I love to bleed, I sit cut up, So comfortably am I really this numb?
am I really this numb? Guess I'm really this numb

Wasting all my time with bloodshot eyes Cause what more can I say
I've try I swear I've try
But all this time I still can't find a way
Wasting all my time with bloodshot eyes
Cause what more can I say
I've tried I swear I've tried
But all this time I still can't find it!

My guilty pleasure's constantly, run through my mind , what's wrong with me
I'm a little fucked up, just a little messed up can't help it
I hate myself, I love to bleed, I sit cut up, So comfortably am I really this numb?
am I really this numb? Guess I'm really this numb

I miss your love but you hate my gut
Somehow I still miss your fucking touch
And I hate my arms catch them filled with cuts
I really wish you gave a fuck
I take these drugs just to numb my pain
And I hate myself, want to go to a grave
You played my heart like a stupid game
And I'd still run back even if you came

My guilty pleasure's constantly, run through my mind , what's wrong with me
I'm a little fucked up, just a little messed up can't help it
I hate myself, I love to bleed, I sit cut up, So comfortably am I really this numb?
am I really this numb? Guess I'm really this numb