Song 3

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