For em
reflection of scars
cold
i am [bad word] 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?
being here
being here