Seems three years,

Though maybe four

Someone drops dead

Whom I adore

You love someone

There will be grief

The kiss of death

Lips of a thief



Goddamn it



A dusty stack of photographs

Of times I've cried

But mostly laughed

Commit the past

Into blue flame

Acrid smoke

Cowardly shame



At times I'm truly terrified

'Cause dope and booze

don't help to hide

They're used to mask

A weakling's hurt

It's just like painting over dirt



Everyone I love is dead

(ha-ha)



Life's a game I cannot win

Both good and bad

Most surely end

The mirrors

Always tell the truth

I love myself

for hating you