In songs, I kept the memories of
friends and the past,
the graduation photos,
and the good times.
I don't remember the moment when or reason
why I put my body and heart
for sale
Drowning my soul in each bed
through the corners of love
Living off of injections,
erections serum, and sweat.
And in the morning
I don't know any longer
If today I love myself any
And bad guys say that we're whores
All women who live like me
(It's) What other women charge for in wardrobes,
jewelry or cruises...
I don't remember the moment when or reason
why I put my body and heart
for sale
And I curse the first one
The mother who gave birth to him
The cruelty of money
And the moment of loneliness
Each morning
I don't know anymore if today
I love myself any
And in the morning
I don't know anymore
If I love myself at all today