Song 3 I Hate Myself

For them, reflection of stars
Cold, I am no comfort
Can't think, everything is lost

We're wasting so much time
When lives are on the line
All I want to do is cry
Why do you have to die?

Picture of you made a mess of me
Pretend to miss me when I'm gone
And think I've always been my own

We're wasting so much time
When lives are on the line
All I want to do is cry
Why do you have to die?

We're wasting so much time
When lives are on the line
All I want to do is cry
Why do you have to die?
Being here, being here
Being here, being here