You're fake. So true to form. You're fake. What's wrong with me (reflections are fleeting)?
You're fake. And I try to let go. Have you ever felt so low?
I keep punching the walls. (and feeling fatigued.)

If I pull apart, she can't stop (She never stops)
And if I can't protect myself, I might as well rot
A method to discover and juice (Use)
I used in dealings, but I've used all my feeling
(I blame the memory.)

The distraction no longer become effective
Mistakes start the cutting
And you are a back breaking mess
Have you ever felt so low?
Well it's more I need!

You're fake. So true to form. You're fake. What's wrong with me (reflections are fleeting)?
You're fake. And I try to let go. Have you ever felt so low?
I keep punching the walls. (and feeling fatigued.)

The dust (Got to love the rust) never settles (in the taste)
She puts on her makeup (like blood)
Then she becomes a drug (she's a thug)!

And I no longer become effective
Mistakes start the cutting
And you are a back breaking mess
Have you ever felt so low?
Well it's more I need!

You're fake. So true to form. You're fake. What's wrong with me (reflections are fleeting)?
You're fake. And I try to let go. Have you ever felt so low?
I keep punching the walls. (and feeling fatigued.)
(And have I ever felt so fucking low? God she might crush me. I might rot inside, inside!)