I can't believe you
Wouldn't fight for our love
And I can't believe you
Would give up on our love
For an
Old fuck
But I'm just down on my luck
I should've reconsider LOE (Low)

So god damn bad
I keep thinking of your hands
Running down my back
I bet he's thinking of the same thing
But you're just drugs to a junkie
I had to put my pen down
To grab a drink
Cause it hurts to know I miss your Filth your stink
You hid it underneath
On the outside you kept it neat
Fuck you
Stay out of my dreams