It seems three years, or 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

Goddamn it

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

Everyone I love is dead

All dead

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

Everyone I love is dead

Everyone I love is dead

Everyone I love is dead

Everyone I love is dead

Goddamn it

Goddamn it

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

All dead

Goddamn it