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